Casey's words made Izabella forget all her fear. She looked at him blankly, her eyes like cracked crystals, as if they would shatter into a pool of water with the slightest movement.
"Do you remember?"
Casey unlocked the chains binding Izabella's wrists, his hand trembling slightly with emotion. He cradled Izabella's wet face, gently brushing the strands of hair from her face behind her ears.
"I remember," Casey said hoarsely. "I remember Bella, the Cry Baby who could only be pacified with cotton candy. I remember the promise to carry you home."
Izabella blinked, hot tears falling from her eyes. She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't control her tears.
"Ryker."
"Hmm."
Izabella cried out with a sob.
"It's me. It's always been me." Izabella called, and Casey answered, gently wiping the tears from her face. "My Cry Baby, how can you still be so tearful when you've grown up?"
Izabella shook her head. Now was not the time to dwell on the past.
The man she loved had finally come to take her away. They both had to survive and get out of here safely. Izabella thought of Nathaniel's words and tightened her grip on Casey.
"We need to leave quickly, it's dangerous here."
As soon as the words left her mouth, Nathaniel's voice could be heard. "Where do you think you're going?"
Casey tensed, cradling Izabella in one arm, his eyes scanning the room.
He had a feeling there was an ambush waiting for them since before they entered, but he didn't care about the danger as soon as he saw Izabella tied up.
Izabella bit her lip, hearing the sounds of fighting and even gunfire outside. She looked at the door just a few steps away. They could escape if they ran a little bit more, but it seemed so far away.
Nathaniel was surrounded by eight or nine burly men, each one tall and menacing, radiating a lethal aura.
They were armed with knives, metal rods, and syringes.
Izabella looked at Casey, their eyes met, and their fingers intertwined.
They didn't speak, but they understood each other perfectly. From each other's eyes, they only saw one thing - they wanted to go home safely.
"If we can make it home safely, Bella, will you marry me?"
Tears welled up in Izabella's eyes again. She nodded, her nose red.
Casey smiled.
Izabella cautioned, "Be careful of the syringes they are holding."
Seeing their clasped hands, Nathaniel's expression darkened. The commotion outside was getting louder, and people would soon be rushing in. He had to act quickly.
"Attack!"
Casey took a deep breath, his eyes blazing. He moved quickly, protecting Izabella while fighting the men.
Casey was fast and ruthless, like a pouncing leopard, dodging the men who attacked him.
But he was outnumbered, and he had to protect Izabella. He took punches, his clothes were cut by knives, the blades grazing his skin.
Izabella was terrified. This was even scarier than when she had been kidnapped. This scene was too familiar - Casey, Nathaniel, and herself, unable to move, it was just like seven years ago.
She didn't want Casey to get hurt because of her. They had agreed to get out of here alive, but she was the first to back down.
She looked at the hand holding onto his tightly, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Nathaniel's malicious gaze. Following his gaze, Izabella looked to her right and saw a man swinging a metal rod at Casey.
Casey was dealing with the men on his left in order to protect Izabella, and he wouldn't be able to dodge the incoming rod.
Izabella immediately let go of his hand, trying to push him away. Casey had sensed her intentions - the moment she let go of his hand, he held on tighter.
"Casey, let go of me. You'll get hurt."
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