A Blaze In My Heart

43. "Hell with you sounds like heaven to me."

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"What do we do now?" I asked in alarm.

"I doubt that he would do anything in the midst of so many people. He'd want to show up when we're alone." Blayze replied.

I nodded my head. "Let's go chill in the empty parking lot?"

He took a sharp breath. "I don't want anything happening to you."

"You'll be with me, what could go wrong?" I said.

"My dilemma is that I'm not okay with leaving you alone even with so many people around, and I'm not sure about taking you with me either." He said frustratedly.

"Relax. Nothing is going to happen to me. Besides, we came here to drag Ezra out of his hiding spot. And it seems to have worked." I reasoned.

He took a deep breath. "Okay... we have to get to the parking lot after all; how else will we go home, right?"

I nodded my head. "Also, I need you by my side, because my legs still feel like jelly."

He grimaced. "I'm sorry."

"My satisfied body does not understand why you're apologising." I said, making his face ease into a smile.

"Let's go, then?" He asked.

"Yes." I replied with determination.

Blayze helped me on my feet and held my hand, escorting me out of the bedroom, after we attempted to fix our disheveled appearances. His eyes scanned the lively ballroom as we made our way to the exit.

Stepping foot into the parking lot, apparently devoid of human existence, I felt a chill run down my spine. I could feel danger looming in the shadows.

Blayze's grip on my hand tightened, his eyes looking all around. "My men are hiding on stand by. So, we have security." He told me. The news came as a breath of relief for me.

"That's good to know... do I yell out Ezra, come out wherever you are?"

"Just stand here." He said, making me stand against a car and then shielding my body with his.

"You're blocking my view." I complained.

"I'm blocking you from any bullets, if a shooting arises." He responded.

I frowned. "And is your body bullet proof?"

"Mihrimah, just stand quietly." He commanded sternly.

"No way. Move. Stand beside me." I tried moving his big and heavy body, but it was of no use.

He glared at me. "Can't you just stand still?"

I glared back. "Don't boss me."

"Mihrimah, we're supposed t—" he abruptly fell quiet, making me wonder why. That was when I noticed a paper airplane come flying and land at a short distance from us.

Blayze eyed it suspiciously before he took cautious steps toward it, picking it up from the ground. I watched him unfold and smoothen it to see if there was anything written on it. His eyes scanned whatever text the paper contained, before his eyes lifted up to meet mine, widening as they did.

Before I could ask him what was written on it, he came running toward me just as a gunshot sounded in the dimly lit parking lot.

For a few seconds, I couldn't comprehend anything. My heart stood still in my chest. The sound of the bullet shot in the dark still fresh in my ears. The image of Blayze running toward me sharp in my mind. The only thing I could feel was his arms around me as he pushed me to the ground.