Chapter 51 Scars And Silence
- Solo survived the bullet, but just barely.
- I brought him to the only place I could think of—a rundown cabin deep in the woods, far from prying eyes and Sentinel’s reach.
- The drive was a blur, his blood staining the passenger seat, his breathing shallow and labored. I kept one hand on the wheel and the other on his chest, feeling the faint rise and fall of his ribs, praying he’d make it.