Gael brushed Angela's cold arms. Her skin was damp and she looked panicked, her eyes kept shifting here and there—to her mother, to Alessandro and Giovanni, and the corpse. He was frustrated that she was put in this situation. The only consolation he got was that she was safe and that he was with her the whole time.
"Baby…" he called, trying to pull her away from her trance.
"Is he… Is he really dead?"
Gael glanced back and stared at the corpse too. Angela just couldn't believe what she witnessed a few minutes ago. But she was thankful that Novikov was facing the other way because she didn't think she could handle seeing his dead face. Her whole body shivered.
"He is." Gael lightly squeezed her arm. "Do you want me to check?"
