Chapter 1388

Maeve let out a stifled groan. Blood streamed down from her shoulder, staining her clothes and leaving her face ghostly pale. Large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, evidence of the agony ripping through her. Liam was poised to strike just moments earlier, but he froze in his tracks. Zion's expression turned chillingly menace. His gun was already aimed at the back of Samuel's head. Yet Samuel stood unfazed with his back to Zion. "Zion, think carefully. Next time… it won't be the shoulder," Samuel said. Samuel's words hit Zion like a warning shot, and for the first time, his hand trembled ever so slightly. Everyone had seen what Samuel was capable of. If that shot had been aimed differently, Maeve's shoulder wouldn't have been the only thing pierced. The realization flickered through Zion's mind, but by the time he snapped out of it, Samuel was already gone—dragging Maeve with him. "Zion! Zion!" Charlie grabbed Zion's arm and shook him desperately. "Do something! Thin