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“Child?” Elliot and I echo, stunned. “Yes. During the scans, we confirmed, she’s six weeks pregnant. Honestly? It’s a miracle nothing happened to the baby with the level of bruising and lack of nutrition… she should have miscarried” “Are you sure she’s pregnant?” Elliot asks before I can even take a breath. I stand frozen, trying to process what I just heard. I feel the words hit me like a bullet. Pregnant? Elara is pregnant?. With everything she’s been through… how could her body still hold onto something so fragile? How could I have let this happen while she was carrying our child inside her? I don’t know if I should feel happy or hate myself more for not being able to save her sooner. “Sir, we did a full scan and it’s very evident, and a blood work also. Blood work never lies. She is very pregnant.” The doctor explains. Elliot curses under his breath. And something about that rubbed me the wrong way, but I kept it all in. “Can this day get any worse?” This time
NATE’S POV “You told me you shot him,” I say, turning to Elliot. “I aimed for a vital spot. I'm sure I hit him, He was almost lifeless when I took El.” I breath in hard, trying my best to cage the rage simmering inside me, but just the sight of the officer in front of me throws me further off balance. After two straight sleepless nights trying to plan this whole thing without any slip-ups. trying to make sure we get save Elara this time, and have Nicolas too... the police decide to be careless, and he some how got away from them on the way to the hospital? “You have to be fucking kidding me" El, is never going to be safe or feel safe with that demon walking freely. the police had one fucking job! i run my hand through my already messy hair. “I told you these cops are nothing but fucking incompetent fools,” Elliot hissed. "we tracked him, made a fool proof plan and all they had to do was take him into custody... and even that they failed to do?" “How did he get away?” I
ELARA’S POV “How have you been, brother?” That voice… It’s Elliot. He’s here on the other side of this wall. My heart stops, then starts pounding so hard I feel it in my throat. I spin around, yanking books off the shelf, desperate for a click, a shift anything. Nothing. Tears blur my vision. From what I can make out, Elliot doesn’t know I’m here. He’s talking about shipments, Europe, something about an event. His voice is calm, casual. He has no idea I’m just a few feet away. I rip down another row of books, sobbing. Still nothing. “Please,” I whisper. “Please, please, please…” Then I hear it: “See you soon,” Elliot says. No. No, no, no. He’s leaving. “Elliot!” I scream, hurling books to the floor. “I’m in here! Please!” I pound on the wall. “Elliot, can you hear me?! I’m right here!” But all I hear is the slam of a door. Footsteps fading. And then, the bookshelf slides open. But instead of Elliot, it’s Nicolas. Alone. His face is twisted wi
ELARA’S POV “you won’t get away with this, Nicolas. Just like Nate found me before, he’ll find me again. He won’t give up on me.” The words sounded like I was trying to convince myself but I wasn’t. Not really. I didn’t need to convince myself. I knew he would come. My hand trembled against my burning cheek. Nicolas let out a dry, bitter laugh. “You really think he’s coming for you?” He stepped closer, and I instinctively dragged myself backward, keeping my injured leg tucked beneath me. “Yes,” I said firmly, my voice trembling but resolute. “He won’t give up on me that easily. I know he’s coming for me and you’ll see.” A twisted smirk curled across his lips.“Well… Too bad he’s dead.” I blink. The words don’t register. I almost laugh. “Oh yeah? If that’s your way of trying to make me give up, you’ll have to try harder.” “I knew you’d say that.” He pulls out his phone, smug. He swipes something, then holds the screen in front of me like a trophy. I snatch i
ELARA’S POV My insides feel like they’re about to crawl out of my throat with the vomit. Fifth time today. Maybe sixth. I’ve lost count. And I can’t even blame the water this time. Wherever we are, it’s not a boat, it’s solid ground. I saw skyscrapers through the tiny slit of a window in the bathroom. I don’t know how long I’ve been here. A day? Two days? Maybe more. I only keep track by how many trays they push through the room And how many times I end up vomiting it all back out. I don’t know if Nicolas poisoned me… Or if it’s just the trauma turning my stomach inside out. But ever since I woke up in this room, I’ve only gotten weaker. And the vomiting won’t stop. My body is betraying me at the worst time. Especially after the cruel realization that punched me in the gut when I first opened my eyes: It wasn’t over. I wasn’t safe. I thought Nate had found me. I can still remember the way it felt to be in his arms again, the warmth of his voice, the w
NATE’S POV Zoomed into the screen. No fucking way. The pendant. She has her pendant on! The pendant I gave her the day before she was kidnapped. I had a tracker chip installed in it because I was paranoid about her safety. How did I not remember to track it? Shit. Opening a new window, my hands flew across the keyboard, unlocking the old tracker interface from weeks ago. It wasn’t advanced tech, but it worked. I just needed a signal. Any signal. And if she’s wearing it, I might be able to track her. My leg bounced with urgency as I waited for the screen to load. Then, it flickered. The tracker was flashing. I didn’t even know when I started praying, but I was. Praying it would pick something up. Anything. Even the slightest signal. I could work with anything right now. The door creaked open behind me. My head snapped in that direction. Can my day get any worse? “Heard I’d find you in here,” came Elliot’s voice. “Whatever bullshit you have this time, I ca