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Chapter 152

Author: Michy Gaza
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-15 22:31:41

Blood soaked through Asher’s shirt, pooling beneath them.

“No.. no, no, no,” Reid muttered, pressing both hands to the wounds. “Come on. Don’t do this to me, Ash. Please.”

Asher's lashes fluttered. His lips parted with effort.

“Why…?”

That was all he could manage.

Reid’s face crumpled. “I didn’t want to hurt you, I wanted to save us. But you never looked at me like that. Never once.”

Gunfire came again, grazing the trees above their heads.

Reid snarled. “FUCK!”

He grabbed his own sidearm, firing two quick shots at the men flanking the treeline. One dropped. Another cursed and ducked.

“Asher, stay with me,” he whispered, voice trembling now. “Don’t you dare die. Not like this. Not because of me.”

Asher's eyes slid shut.

Reid's breath hitched.

“Please…”

He knew he had no more time.

He had to move.

He scooped Asher into his arms, staggering under the weight.

His own wound bled freely now, a graze across his bicep, nothing fatal. But Asher’s…

Reid gritted his teeth and took off running.

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