CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Casey’s POV

The man decides to step back, his chest heaving, but his eyes remain locked on Carlos, who chuckled deeply as if he hasn’t just faced a man who seem adamant to pummel him bloody.

“He’s a traitor,” The man spits. “He deserves this.”

Logan moves forward, giving the man a stern look which made all the other guards watching cower. “We need him alive, Xavier,” he snarled low in his ear. “For now, stand down.”

I hear Xavier whimper, and though it amused me how such a tough, buffed-up body builder like him croaked out such a sound, I couldn’t focus on anything else other than him. His scent, swirling around me, invading all my senses without delay.

And for a second, one frozen second, our eyes met. My breath hitched in my throat.

Carlos lifts his head slowly. Despite everything, the blood, the bruises, his eyes are fierce and steady. His gaze drinking me the sight of me in, all but making my heart skip a beat. It felt as if the others’ presence slowly melted away