Chapter 140 The Aftermath Of War

The sirens pierced the silence like a jagged blade through flesh. Red and white lights bounced off the shattered marble of the courthouse steps as Gideon’s body was wheeled through the corridor, pale beneath blood-soaked bandages. His breathing was shallow, ragged. His pulse, erratic. Yet he was alive. Barely. Genevieve ran alongside the stretcher, her eyes wide, glassy, brimming with a panic she couldn’t voice. Her fingers trembled, stained crimson at the tips where she’d pressed to the wound, desperate to keep him tethered to the world.