Elizabeth Ashreel
|~*|Even Sugar can be Mistaken For Salt|*~|
Darron, hearing all the condition from the room next to them took Talia's, what he thought to be, temporary absence as a chance of escaping the crammed back office. Deep gnash in his side or not he's Been through much worse conditions. Darron climbs out o the bed and opens the window, thankful that the office was on the first floor as he climbed out and shut it behind him. He walks swiftly around the back of the building an leans against the wall. He lets out a relieved sigh as he takes of his t-shirt to reveal his very muscular build and a terribly deep slit in his side, that was well stitched up, yet still bleeding. He rolls his eyes at the wound disappointed with Hayden's lackeys.
Alfonzo
Alfonzo