Chapter 917
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Collin’s features hardened with gravity. “I dispatched Dustin to search your current residence for Zenia. Your premature relocation delayed his arrival to assist me.”
Linsey whipped around to face Collin, her eyes widening with fresh astonishment.
So Collin had planned to rescue Zenia all along.
He needn’t have appeared today at all. With his vast resources, he must have anticipated Gorman’s murderous intentions.
Nevertheless, he arrived—alone and vulnerable, without a single ally at his back.
The realization washed over Linsey, illuminating Collin’s true motives. His concern for her safety had driven him to this reckless solitary mission.
Neither of them had foreseen Kylee’s unexpected intrusion.
Even Gorman had offered himself as a living shield to protect her.
“I remained unaware of your arrangements for Zenia. I released her early solely to ease Linsey’s mind,” Gorman murmured, his intense gaze boring into Linsey’s face, each word measured and deliberate.
Emotions churned violently within Linsey’s chest. Bewildered, she struggled to compose her features into some semblance of coherence when facing Gorman.
She had convinced herself that Gorman had descended irretrievably into madness.
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Yet the sight of him bleeding from wounds taken in her defense revealed a complexity she had refused to see.
“Hush now, Gorman. Preserve your strength,” Linsey murmured, fighting against the constriction in her throat as she drew a steadying breath.
“Linsey, it’s my heart that bears the wound,” Gorman whispered with a fragile, rueful smile.
His gaze lingered on her face for a heartbeat before his fingers suddenly enveloped hers, clutching her hand with surprising strength.
Linsey flinched as warmth…
Spread across her palm, Gorman’s blood seeped between their joined hands, crimson and accusing.
His words reverberated through her consciousness, unleashing a tidal wave of horror that crashed against her ribcage.
The blade had pierced his heart.
Scarlet life drained from him with each labored breath.
And still, no wailing sirens announced the ambulance’s arrival.
Even if it had been dispatched from the nearest hospital, precious minutes would tick away before help could reach them. Minutes, now, were a luxury Gorman couldn’t afford.
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