Chapter 88

Dylan I knew she’d fall for my little trick. I knew she’d try to run the moment she saw the slightest gap in my watch. That’s who she is, stubborn, defiant, foolishly brave. I expected her to make a move, but what I didn’t expect was that one second out of my sight, she’d get herself into trouble this bad. I’ll give her that, she’s smart, maybe even strong—but she better be strong enough to survive this. Now, as she lies limp in my arms, barely breathing, I can feel her pulse faint beneath my fingertips. My breath comes shallow, uneven. I hate this, hate how this bond twists me, makes me care when I shouldn’t. This bond that ties me to her—this monster. Blood streaked down her pale face, mixing with dirt. I wiped it gently, even though my hands were trembling. My jaw clenched tight as I pulled her closer against my chest, trying to ignore how cold her body felt. “Sir, the car is here,” one of the men announced, his voice breaking through the ringing in my ears. I didn’t respond.