NovelEnglishChapter 1227 Chapter 1227: "No!" Harlee's voice was ragged, her tears mingling with the pain, clouding her vision.
Yet, Rhys pressed on, unyielding, mirroring her own relentless spirit from earlier.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHarlee's cry was raw, a mix of blood and tears staining her face, her voice steeped in anguish.
She had believed her plan was flawless. She had thought she could protect Rhys this time. She had envisioned completing their mission and retiring to a peaceful life together. But she had been mistaken. Not only had she failed to secure their goals, but she had also unraveled everything. The Shadow Moon Society lay shattered. The allies Rhys had painstakingly gathered were lost. And now... Rhys himself might be... What sort of leader was she? How could she have been so foolish to believe her plans would succeed? She was a curse, spreading destruction to those she loved the most.
Catching herself in self-reproach, Harlee realized she couldn't give up now. She had to keep going. She had to protect the people she loved. She resolved to lead Rhys, Tonya, Jonathan, Robbie, Christopher, Hamilton, and Patrick out of here alive.
Suddenly, gunfire snapped her back to reality. Harlee's eyes shot open in alarm as she struggled to rise and assess the situation. Her vision wavered, her hearing muffled. She couldn't tell if Matteo had struck Rhys or if Rhys had managed to confront Matteo. It felt as though all was lost. No. This couldn't be the end. She refused to allow it to end like this.
Clamping her teeth together, Harlee snatched up a dropped dagger. As a gun barrel edged into her field of view, she didn't hesitate. She surged forward, driving the blade deep into her assailant's abdomen. With graceful movements, she grabbed his handgun and ducked behind nearby rocks, firing at Matteo's men.
Explore the world of fiction at gvlOne, two, three... She fought with all her strength, but before long, her magazine was empty.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTwo men stood in front of her, their fear fading into mocking smirks. “Damn, she's tough. She's still getting up!" "Keep your distance,” one said. “She still has her dagger, and she's clearly ready to use it!" "What now? We were ordered not to kill her!" Even after Harlee had wounded Matteo, he had commanded his men to spare her life. He intended to torture her himself.
"Just cripple her. Weaken her first, and then we'll close in!" "Understood." The pair reloaded swiftly, aiming for Harlee's legs.
Harlee attempted to retreat further behind the rocks, but her strength waned, and she fell to her knees. “No. I can still fight. I still have strength..." she muttered.
Bang, bang-The sound of two gunshots filled the air, yet Harlee felt no pain. Instead, the two men before her dropped to the ground, lifeless. Looking up in confusion, Harlee saw Rhys across from her, holding a gun. His eyebrows arched slightly, and beneath them, his indifferent gaze was chilling. And yet... Yet, when his eyes met hers, they softened, infused with a warmth that spoke of deep, longstanding affection.
Stunned, Harlee knelt there, gazing at the man who now seemed utterly не transformed.
Rhys approached her slowly, lifting her carefully into his arms. He softly set her down in a spot protected by cover and then draped his jacket over her Shoulders. He gently pushed aside her blood-soaked bangs and leaned down to place a tender kiss on her forehead. “Wait for me,” he whispered. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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