Chapter 308

A week had passed since Stella Johnson left Charles Hart, and she'd been in constant contact with Michael Anderson, bouncing ideas back and forth about the antidote. Her mentor had said he was still working on it, and Michael was already on his way back… Surprisingly, Charles hadn’t come looking for her all this time, and Stella actually felt less suffocated for once. She hadn’t been idle either—found herself a lab and dived right into the research. Then, out of nowhere, the heavy metal door slammed open with a loud bang. Stella instinctively raised her homemade defense spray, but froze the second she saw who it was. Charles stood in the doorway, his black trench coat drenched in rain, a blood-stained bandage at his neck, eyes burning with intensity. "I told you—you’re not walking away from me again," he said, voice low and rough, blending into the sound of rain outside. Behind him, Firehunters’ elite squad had their weapons at the ready, sealing the lab off from every angle. Stella's