All Chapters of Bound by Blood : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Slowpill

## ELARA'S POVThe sound of Dante hitting the floor wasn't a clean, cinematic thud. It was a horrible, heavy crash that rattled the metal legs of the table. His head struck the concrete with a sickening crack, and then there was just this awful, dead silence.For a second, nobody breathed. The dark pool of blood beneath him didn't stop. It just rushed faster out of his side, spreading across the gray concrete like spilled ink."Dante?" Sophia’s voice didn't sound like her at all. It was high, thin, and completely stripped of its usual iron. She dropped to her knees so hard I heard her kneecaps hit the floor. "Dante! Hey, look at me. Look at me!"She grabbed his shoulders, shaking him, but he was completely dead weight. His head rolled limply to the side, his eyes half open but rolled back, showing only the whites.Panic didn't hit me all at once. It came in a wave of freezing cold that started in my chest and rushed into my limbs, turning my hands completely numb. I couldn't move. My

Save or lose him

## ELARA'S POVThe silence that followed Sophia's screaming was heavy, dense, and absolute.I sat frozen on the floor, Dante’s heavy boots still resting against my collarbone, my arms shaking so hard from the strain and the terror that my muscles burned. The heat of his blood was already starting to turn cold against my skin, tacky and drying. He wasn't breathing. There was no subtle rise and fall of his chest, no small twitch of his fingers. Nothing."Dante, please," Sophia whispered, her voice completely breaking. She didn't sound like a hardened lieutenant or a protector anymore. She just sounded small. She pressed two fingers against the side of his neck, her hand trembling so badly she could barely keep them in place. "There's no pulse. I can't find a pulse.""Check the carotid properly, girl," Kovac ordered, his voice thin, losing its strength as he leaned as far forward in his wheelchair as his harness would allow. "Do not panic. If the heart has stopped, you have less than fou

Recover

ELARA'S POV Sophia’s hands slipped again, the dark wetness on his shirt making it impossible to keep a grip. She let out a broken, ragged sound, her elbows bending as her strength completely gave out. She fell forward, her forehead pressing against his unmoving chest."I can't," she choked out, her shoulders shaking violently. "Elara, he’s not coming back. He's gone."The word hit me like a physical blow. *Gone.*The man who had held my world in a suffocating grip, the one I had spent a decade hating, was turning cold in front of me. And the terrifying truth Dr. Kovac had just revealed was ringing in my earshe had carried me out of the fire. He had let me hate him just to keep me safe."Get up," I whispered. My own voice sounded distant, thin.Sophia didn't move."Sophia, get up!" I crawled forward, grabbing her jacket and pulling her back with a sudden surge of desperation. "Give me the kit. The bag by the table, what's in it?""It’s just adrenaline," she sobbed, wiping her face wi

My Dante

ELARA'S POV The silence in the room became suffocating. The small glass vial sat between us on the steel table, the amber liquid catching the dull, flickering glow of the fluorescent bulb above. My arm was still throbbing where the needle had drawn my blood for Dante, leaving me feeling hollowed out, dizzy, and dangerously light."If you do this, Elara," Sophia said, her voice quiet as she stepped closer to the table, "there’s no patching over it. You heard Kovac. Your brain is going to force you through whatever they did to you. You might not come back the same."I looked from her worried face toward the curtained corner where Dante lay. His deep, slow breaths were the only steady sound in the entire safehouse. He was alive because my hands knew how to save him, because some buried piece of my past had taken over when I needed it most.The pressure behind my eyes surged again, a sharp, white-hot spike that made me clutch the edge of the table to keep my knees from buckling. A thin t

Humility

ELARA'S POV The moment the plunger clicked into place, the safehouse didn't just fade it shattered.A deafening, metallic shriek filled my ears, and my entire body locked into a rigid, agonizing arch. I hit the floor, but I couldn't feel the concrete. The dam in my head hadn't just opened; it had burst, unleashing a black, suffocating tidal wave of fourteen years of hidden horror.I wasn't just remembering it. I was drowning in it.I was six years old, standing in a dim alleyway, my small hands slick with something warm and thick. A man lay at my feet, his eyes staring blankly at the sky. I was holding a small, suppressed pistol, my arms shaking. *"Good girl, Elara,"* my mother’s voice echoed, cold and smooth as silk from the shadows. *"A clean strike. The syndicate will be pleased."* *"Mommy, I don't want to do this anymore,"* my childhood self sobbed, wiping the blood onto my jacket. *"Please, it hurts inside. I want to go home."* *"You are home, child,"* my father’s voice joine

The Legend

## DANTE’S POVA heavy, suffocating darkness held me under.It wasn't a peaceful sleep. It felt like drowning in thick, freezing oil, and every single breath required a massive effort. Somewhere above the surface, voices drifted like muffled echoes underwater, but I couldn’t reach them. I was trapped in the dark, my body just a useless, broken weight.Then came the warmth.It started at my hand, a sharp, trembling pressure, followed by something wet soaking through my sleeve.*“All my life has been a lie…”*The voice pierced right through the blackness, fragile and sharp. Elara.A spike of raw panic flared in my chest, fighting through the paralysis. She was crying. She sounded completely destroyed. I tried to force my eyelids open and squeeze her hand back, but my nervous system refused to work. The phantom pain in my chest flared up, reminding me of the bullet that had nearly torn me apart.*“I can't believe you saved me from those horrible people and I blamed you. I spent fourteen

Her Rebirth

## DANTE’S POVThe safehouse erupted into a blur of motion, but everything felt sluggish to me. My body was a prison of dull, throbbing pain, but my mind was racing."Kovac, map out a secondary route," I ordered, my voice sounding more steady than I felt. "Sophia, pack only the essential medical supplies. We leave the heavy gear behind."Sophia didn't argue. She just threw a handful of sterile packs and vials into a duffel bag, her hands shaking slightly. Kovac was already spinning his wheelchair around, heading toward the makeshift tech station near the door.I looked back at Elara. She stood perfectly still, her fingers wrapped tight around the grip of her pistol. The fragile, broken girl who had been weeping over my chest just minutes ago was gone, replaced by a quiet, terrifying stillness. Her eyes looked empty, yet completely focused."Elara," I called out softly.She didn't look at me at first. She was staring at her own hands, probably seeing the phantom blood from her childhoo

Countdown

The monitor remained dark, but the silence in the room was shattered by a sequence of rapid, muffled thuds directly above our heads. They were breaching the roof access."Rappelling lines," Dante growled, his hand gripping my shoulder to pull me backward toward the exit ramp. "They aren't just hitting the block, they're dropping straight into the funnel.""Down the ramp, now!" Kovac shouted, his wheelchair already skidding down the concrete incline toward the underground alley.Sophia fired a three-round burst into the main control panel on the wall, completely short-circuiting the safehouse’s power grid. The overhead lights died instantly, plunging us into the eerie, pulsing red glow of the backup battery strips along the floor.I kept my shoulder wedged under Dante's arm, but he was pushing me forward, refusing to let his own failing body slow me down. We scrambled down the dark concrete ramp, the air turning cold and damp as we hit the basement level. The smell of exhaust and old c

Savage

DANTE’S POVThe green glow of the chemical light stick danced across Elara’s face, casting sharp, eerie shadows that highlighted the terrifying calm in her eyes. She didn't look like a victim running for her life anymore. She looked like a weapon waiting to be triggered."Blind them," she repeated my words, her voice flat. She looked down at the floor of the bouncing transport, completely ignoring the way the vehicle fishtailed as Kovac took another sharp turn. "How do we blind a signal coming from inside my skull?""An EMP would fry it," Sophia muttered, her hands working rapidly as she packed fresh gauze into my chest wound. I groaned, my hands clenching into fists on the cold metal floor. "But a pulse strong enough to short-circuit a deep-tissue implant would probably stop her heart, too. We can't risk it.""We don't use an EMP," I ground out through my teeth, forcing myself to look past the blinding pain. "Kovac! Tell me we still have the static-blanket in the storage under the be

THE SEQUENCE

### DANTE’S POv"Elara, no," I ordered, trying to sit up, but Sophia pinned me down, her eyes casting a frantic warning look between the two of us."If we all stay here, we die," Elara said, her voice dropping to a flat, chilling register. "They want the weapon. I'm going to go show them how it works."Kovac opened his mouth to argue, stepping forward to grab her shoulder, but he suddenly froze mid-stride.Sophia’s head snapped up instantly. Even in the dim, erratic green glow of the chemical stick, her medical instincts caught the subtle, terrifying shift before any of us. She saw the way his left arm violently locked against his side, the sudden, asymmetrical tightening of his jaw, and the immediate, deadly paleness that washed over his face."Kovac!" Sophia gasped, abandoning my chest wound entirely.She lunged across the cramped cabin, catching him just as his knees buckled. Her arms wrapped around his torso, bracing his dead weight and easing him down to the cold metal floor so h

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