"...Charlotte…?" He whispered her name as he stepped toward her, while around him was just pure chaos.
Bodyguards were on the ground screaming in pain, while others tried to help them, the once beautiful house front turned into a bloodied scene, in the center Charlotte's blonde hair shining through the chaos like a star.
James slowly knelt before her as he touched her face with the back of his hand, and Charlotte just looked up to him, her eyes wide open in terror and fear.
But she was alive, that's all that mattered to him.
He quickly scooped her up and turned back to the house, while Charlotte finally started crying. When he stepped back into the house, Erika just collapsed on her knees as from what she saw, it looked like Charlotte was dead in James's hands.
Her dress was soaked in blood, but it wasn't hers. It was a guard's blood.
