Chapter 239: Don't Let Him

Savannah It felt like I was trapped inside someone else’s nightmare. Like if I blinked hard enough, I would wake up in our bed, Roman would be beside me, breathing softly, his arm heavy around my waist. Like this hospital smell—bleach and fear and cold—would dissolve into nothing. Like his blood wasn’t still staining my hands no matter how many times I scrubbed my hands down my thighs. But the doors remained shut. And Roman was still fighting for his life on the other side of them. I stood there, frozen in the waiting room, my knees trembling, my chest aching with every breath I dragged in. Every second felt stretched thin, fragile, like it might snap and send me screaming into the void. I lifted my head slowly—and met the General’s eyes. Reginald Blackwood stood across from me like judgment incarnate. Tall. Rigid. Immaculate in a dark coat that looked untouched by the chaos surrounding us. His black and silver hair was slicked back neatly, his face still rock hard like it had been car