All Chapters of The Man Who Killed Me Wants My Hand: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

After quickly getting ready—and ignoring the lingering aches in my body—we stepped out onto the parking lot.Skyden's black car slowly began to move, driving through the western hills on our way back to the monster's lair known as Echelon Nine.The silence inside the car felt a bit awkward, accompanied only by the soft hum of the engine.I deliberately cast my gaze out the window, pretending to be busy watching the rows of trees receding behind us.However, that false sense of calm didn't last long."Vance," Skyden called without taking his eyes off the road ahead.His tone suddenly changed—no longer as irritating as it had been earlier in the room, but low and demanding. "About your ramblings last night."My heart skipped a beat. I kept my face turned toward the window, trying to keep my expression neutral. "I don't remember. I already told you I was just rambling because of a fever.""You do remember, Linora," Skyden cut in quickly. He turned the steering wheel with one hand, while

Spending Saturday at the biggest shopping mall downtown with Skyden Wolfe was a huge mistake for my mental health.If I had a choice, I'd rather spend a full twenty-four hours in a stuffy interrogation room than walk side by side with this guy under the mall's bright lights.The problem wasn't the overwhelming list of supplies for tomorrow's camping trip, but the fact that Skyden had absolutely no idea how to behave modestly in public."Vance, do you think this four-person tent looks better in black or gray?" Skyden asked casually, flipping through an outdoor gear brochure between his fingers.I didn't answer, choosing instead to pretend to be busy checking out some cans of instant food on the shelf.However, my attempt to blend in with the crowd failed completely because every time Skyden took a step, his sharp gray eyes, intimidating height, and the fresh bandage perched on his cheekbone only served to make us the center of attention.A few teenage girls passing through the camping

"How dare a slut like you set foot in this place! Have you lost your mind?"Mrs. Charlotte's shrill voice pierced the silence of the wooden deck, laced with the venom of rage she could no longer contain.Behind the crowd of bodyguards that was beginning to disperse, the figure of the woman she was grabbing by the hair was now clearly visible.Karina. Or, as I knew him better, Bentley."Madam, please watch your language! I came here because I received an official invitation, not to listen to your insults!" Bentley retorted.His voice trembled, his breath ragged, his face clearly struggling to cope with the blind physical assault from his lawful wife.His hair was a mess, and his expensive silk gown was torn at the shoulder.It was no secret within the Echelon Nine ecosystem that Karina was the secret mistress of Mr. Simon, Charlotte's husband.His presence at this private gathering was clearly a blatant insult to the "Queen" of the lower floor."An official invitation? You're nothing m

BANG!BANG!A barrage of whistling bullets erupted once more, tearing through the air around us.There was no time to process the panic.The moment I saw the flash of a gun muzzle from the pine grove, aimed straight at Luna, my body acted before my brain could process it."Luna, get down!"I lunged forward, grabbed the girl's shoulders, and yanked her body down onto the grassy ground.However, my movement was a fraction of a second too slow compared to the speed of the metal projectile slicing through the air.Thud!An excruciating burning sensation instantly struck my left upper arm, followed by an intense sensation of pain that blurred my vision for a few seconds.Thud!Thud!'I'm not going to die now!'I tried to convince myself, but the bullet had torn through my flesh. The sensation was all too familiar.I almost forgot how to breathe.Not now.I had to identify the enemy first.Trying to stay calm, I hissed roughly, pressing my right palm against the wound that was beginning to

Linora Vance's POV"Unfortunately, I've already died once, Vance. And it wasn't… all that exciting."Thud!I froze in my tracks.However, I quickly regained my composure and continued treating his wound."Did you hurt your head when you left earlier?" I asked as calmly as I could.He must be crazy… or… maybe… a small part of me wondered—or perhaps hoped—that what he said wasn't a lie.Skyden had died? I mean... it wasn't impossible. I'd experienced it myself, even if it was hard to believe.But seeing Skyden chuckle foolishly, I figured he was just having another one of his crazy episodes."Even if death were to claim me right now, Vance… I'd make sure my headstone still read 'Mrs. Wolfe's husband.' I won't let you get away that easily," he said.Right.He's just crazy.I just snorted, ignoring the faint, unreadable smile that lingered on his face.***Tuesday, April 15.Two days after the attack at the hilltop glamping site, we finally returned to police headquarters to file a report