Semua Bab Abandoned At The Altar By My Mate: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The Edge of CollapseDeep and unrelenting, the pain gnawed at Adrian's body, but he refused to give in. His wrists ached from the rope digging into his skin, his muscles burning from the hours—days? —of captivity, but he gritted his teeth and made himself stay upright. He couldn't afford to break. Not now. Not yet.A door creaked open, the sound of metal against metal slicing through stale air. Footsteps followed, deliberate and unhurried.Adrian didn't lift his head. He knew who it was.Callum's voice was smooth, almost amused. "Still sitting upright? I have to admit, I'm impressed."Adrian lifted his head slowly, his gaze locking with his tormentor. He refused to show a trace of weakness.Callum tilted his head to one side. "You know, most men in your position would be begging by now."Adrian couldn't help the smirk that spread across his lips. "Guess I'm not most men."Callum chuckled. "No, I suppose you're not." He took another step closer, hands folded behind his back. "But even

The StormThe sky was this bruised tone of gray, thick clouds entering like an omen. The wind howled down the streets, rattling the signs and slapping against the buildings. It was one of those storms that felt personal, as if the world itself had a warning to give them.Adrian tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His knuckles were white, his jaw set. He could hear Flora breathing beside him, steady but sharp, like she was trying to control the chaos inside her chest.“You don’t have to come,” he said.Flora scoffed. “Shut up and drive.”Vincent leaned forward from the backseat. “We’re really doing this, huh?”Lorne, sitting next to him, snorted. “Like there was ever another option.”Adrian said nothing. He only hit the gas, the car lurching forward.The warehouse ahead of them seemed to be some kind of monster in the dark, waiting for them.Callum wasn't dead. They knew it. Vincent's bullet had managed to slow him down, but it hadn't finish him. That was their mistake. And now, t

" After The Storm"" Christ, I do not suppose we escaped that catastrophe," Adrian breathed, his voice slightly audible as he hugged the cold wave of the emulsion wall. His aspect danced from one swathed branch to the other, trying to make sense of the raw destruction.Flora shifted beside him, her tone edged with both weariness and determination. “ You say that like it was some kind of palm. senses more like we’re holding our breath until the coming damn explosion, ” she replied, quailing as she flexed her hand.Vincent, who was perched on a depressed essence president, let out a dry chuckle." Palm? Sure, if we count surviving as winning. I am still feeling every pellet and bruise. What do we do now, also?" He stroked a new bruise on his jaw, his voice saying both prostration and a touch of affront.Lorne, his gruff, calm voice coming in from the other end of the room, where he was tightly dressing his own arm with a piece of new cloth." Next, we determine who among our own we can act

Shadows of Adversaries" Adrian, hear that?" Vincent's voice repatriated in the low light of the command center, his words pigmented with both urgency and mistrustfulness." Yeah, I heard a tale on the line," Adrian said, leaning forward as he studied a live feed on a handheld device." It's hard to tell if it's stationary or someone trying to shoot a communication.".Flora intruded, her voice tense." I have heard the same. A hanging phone call, anonymous, something about' They are coming' Do you believe it?"Lorne lumbered from his corner chair." True or false, it's got us all rankled up. We can not go to take indeed a scuttlebutt on faith.However, we would know it now, If someone's watching our tails."Vincent frowned, reading through a sequence of cryptic dispatches." These are n't your average taunts. They are meant, targeted. Look at this bone. ' The huntsman becomes the hunted tonight.' It's as if they are trying to shoot us with enciphered communication."Adrian's tone dropped t

A Dire Warning“ Hey, did anyone differently just get that? ” Vincent’s voice quivered slightly as he spoke into the comm- link, his tone low and critical.“ Get what? ” Adrian asked, leaning forward, his eyes locked on the blinking device in his hand. “ You sound like you’ve heard something intimidating. ”" It's a communication in law," Vincent replied, his voice catching on every syllable." It's not the usual ramble. I mean, read it —' The game is far from over. Prepare for the rush.' Who the hell sends something like that?"Flora intruded, her tone soft but pigmented with solicitude," That communication felt so cold. Like the existent was going out of their way to remind us our fight is not over yet. I could not shake the shiver it gave me."Lorne snarled in the background," Well, hell that is not assuring at all.However, also perhaps our adversaries are formerly cooking something over, If notoriety is issuing warnings. You all feel that too, yes?Vincent's tone sustained as he c