EVEYLN“Doctor! Doctor! There’s a patient here!” Solomon shouted, his voice echoing through the emergency entrance.John didn’t waste a second as he carried Bea in his arms, blood smeared across her face and staining his shirt. I followed closely behind, tears blurring my vision, heart hammering. I couldn’t even tell where the blood was coming from. There was too much. Too messy. But I knew she’d been beaten, badly.Nurses rushed toward us. A stretcher rolled into view almost instantly.“Over here!” one of them called, guiding John toward the bed.He gently laid Bea down. Her body was limp, her skin far too pale. The nurses moved fast clipping a pulse oximeter to her finger, wrapping a blood pressure cuff around her arm. Another nurse was already hooking up an IV line, hanging a bag of fluids above the stretcher with practiced speed.“She's tachycardia,” one of them muttered, glancing at the vitals.“Get her to Trauma Room 2...now!” a doctor ordered as he appeared beside them, already
EVEYLN"Please put the gun down, it's just an old man, he’s innocent, for Goddess’ sake," I pleaded, stepping forward with my hands raised, but it was already too late.The gunshot cracked and blood splattered.The old man dropped like a puppet with its strings cut, his head snapping back as he crumpled to the ground.I froze, breath hitching in my throat, fists curling at my sides. Heat surged through my chest, rage clawing up my spine. Without thinking, I stormed up to him, grabbed his collar with both hands, and yanked him close, my voice shaking."So? You think this makes you powerful? Huh? You think people will worship you now? You're not great and you’ll never be!" I hissed through clenched teeth, eyes blazing. "You’re the reason Bea’s gone, I know it and I swear you know where the heck she is, tell me where she is before I lose it."He jerked my hands off him, shoving me back a step. I didn’t even blink. My fists stayed tight, nails digging into my palms, vision burning red hot
EVEYLNWhat?John's eyes moved quickly around the room, and confusion showed on his face. "Where’s this coming from?" he asked, looking at Paulo, then at me. I didn’t respond. I had already dragged the bag outside and dropped it on the table with a dull thud.Paulo narrowed his eyes. "What’s inside that’s making that sound?"John stepped closer and touched the zipper. He tried to pull it open, but it wouldn’t move. He grunted and pulled harder. Still stuck."Looks like it’s jammed," I said, watching his hands.His knuckles cracked, and his fingers twitched. Slowly, his nails grew longer, turning into sharp claws. Without saying a word, he sliced the zipper open like it was nothing. Clothes spilled out, layers of fabric, familiar patterns, soft folds I recognized right away. Bea’s. Every single piece was hers.John didn’t stop. He dropped to his knees and pushed shirts and dresses aside, throwing them behind him in a rush. The sound of rustling fabric, his heavy breathing, it all led t
Hi dear readers,I want to sincerely apologize for my inactivity and the lack of updates on this book last month. I’ve been working on a new project which happens to be a series connected to this one. I realize I should have completed this book first before moving on, and I’m truly sorry for the delay.That said, please rest assured that this book will definitely be completed by next month, and there will be consistent updates from now until then.Thank you all so much for sticking with me this far. Please don’t forget to leave your reviews and comments, they mean a lot!****************************************EVEYLN POVI sank into the workout chair, surprised by how soft it was. The room was spotless, almost too clean for a place lived in by just one old man. He'd clearly made an effort to keep it tidy, even if no one else was around to see it.John stood a few feet away, eyes fixed on the old man with a strange look. I gave him a small wave. He blinked like snapping out of a daze,
JOHNWhat made it worse was that there was no fence or gate. No walls. Nothing to keep anything out. Just that weak old house, sitting wide open to the forest, like it had already stopped trying to protect itself.I couldn’t help but feel sorry for whoever lived there.I walked up to the door and knocked twice. The wood felt rough and worn under my knuckles. There was no answer. I stood still, listening. All I could hear was the wind moving through the trees. I knocked again, this time a bit harder.Then I heard something, a curtain moving on my left side.“Hey,” Solomon said quietly, motioning for me to come over with a tilt of his head.I stepped down and walked slightly to the left side. A wrinkled hand pulled the curtain aside, and behind the dusty glass, I saw a face, an old man, eyes narrowed like he wasn’t sure what to make of us.“How may I help you?” he asked, his voice dry and slow.I took a step closer and gave a small wave. “Um... sorry to bother you, sir. We’re looking fo
JOHNSolomon eased off the gas, knuckles white on the steering wheel.“Should I stop the car?” he asked, voice low, eyes flicking to the rear-view mirror. I leaned forward, heartbeat drumming in my ears, squinting at the sedan ahead. Was that really her?The woman’s silhouette shifted, then she half-turned as though checking us, glossy hair spilling over one shoulder.Beside me Evelyn tapped the window with a restless finger. “But why is she even here in the first place?” she breathed, forehead creasing. I shook my head, “Keep going,” I muttered. Solomon nodded, jaw tight, and the engine growled as we rolled past, tires humming over the road while the stranger’s taillights glimmered.Evelyn rested her head against my arm,as she looked at the computer, then lifted her eyes to mine. “What if we slip onto a side street?” she breathed, voice thin with hope. Then she added, “If that’s Diane up there, Benjamin’s sitting right beside her.” The idea struck hard, but I didn't respond becau