Maja strode over, her eyes scanning the injuries on their bodies with a practiced gaze. “We need to find
someplace to hole up. For some reason, tonight Middle Island is a mess, and we’ve got targets on our
backs.” Gun in hand, her expression was the epitome of cool composure. “Patric, give him a hand, will
ya?” “Maja, I’m starving.” He’d been rolling around on the ground for so long, and Quentin hadn’t given
him so much as a morsel. His hunger was real, and he felt feverish, his body burning up. Maja quickly
rummaged through her bag and handed him a bottle of warm milk and a few cookies. The whole
exchange set them back about five minutes. “You’re the best, Maja.” Patric, now fortified with some
food, had the strength to help Quentin to his feet. Maja led the way, gun ready. Quentin limped along,
occasionally glancing at Maja, then back at the simpleton silently supporting him. To be honest, both of
them were simpletons in his eyes. Playthings in his game, and they didn’t even realize it. Tonight’s
events were unexpected, but they presented an opportunity to gather information on the Jellyfish Seal.
And he wasn’t going to die. He’d been physically different from others since childhood. Even if left for
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdead in some forgotten corner, he’d claw his way back to life. That didn’t mean he was immune to pain,
though. He hurt, but still, he managed to ask, “Why are these people after us, Maja? You got something
they want?” They’d made it to an alleyway, far enough to still hear the remnants of chaos behind them
– the villa they had just vacated was probably in ruins now. “Maja, where are we headed?” He knew the
layout of Forbidden Island like the back of his hand and was aware of several hideouts that would be
safe from their pursuers, but he couldn’t let on. Maja remained silent, likely grappling with the night’s
events. She had taken lives tonight, more than she could count, and her hand shook as it gripped the
weapon. Tonight had shattered her worldview. Never in her time outside had she experienced such
heart-stopping, adrenaline-pumping, real bullet-flying combat. They finally stopped under a dilapidated
bridge, a perfect hideout surrounded by cover and surprisingly clean. Unless someone got close, they’d
never spot the tent Maja set up. Quentin was taken aback by the spot. Once the tent was pitched, Maja
guided both him and Patric inside. Many of Middle Island’s homeless sought refuge under bridges or in
tunnels. Their pursuers would need time to search, and this hidden bridge provided temporary
sanctuary. Maja administered a fever reducer to Patric. “Get some rest,” she instructed. Patric nodded
and was out like a light. They lay on blankets Maja had brought, alongside some provisions, water, and
the medicine Quentin had purchased earlier. They were down to the bare essentials. Maja placed her
gun aside and began tending to Quentin’s wound. His knee was the issue, the bullet lodged deep. It
would be tricky, but it had to come out. “Brace yourself, Quentin.” She stepped out to find a clean stick
by the riverbed for him to bite down on. “The bullet’s got to come out, and a hospital trip is out of the
question. It’s on me.” Quentin nodded, and as she
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touched his forehead in a comforting gesture, his face flushed red, batting her hand away. Realizing his
overreaction, he quickly said, “It’s fine. I can handle the pain.” He turned his head away, furrowing his
brow, avoiding Maja’s gaze. With the dagger in hand, Maja studied the bullet wound, considering the
quickest way to extract it. Quentin, lost in thought, suddenly felt the sharp intrusion into his flesh. The
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmbullet clattered to the ground, coated in blood. Sweat beaded Maja’s brow, which she wiped with her
sleeve before proceeding to disinfect the wound. “Holding up okay, Quentin?” “Yeah.” “I shouldn’t have
dragged you into this mess on Middle Island. That tattoo on your neck. I’ll find a way to deal with it
someday. You didn’t need to risk coming here with me. Tonight was just a blip, but it could get even
more dangerous.” A tremor passed through Quentin’s lashes, his hand slowly clenching. Once the
bandaging was done, Maja heard him ask, “Why are these people after you? What do you have?”
Could it be the Jellyfish Seal? “I’m not sure, but the powers on this island are likely tied to BK – a
mysterious organization. My mom did leave me something – a seal. It’s powerful, and maybe it could
get me into that organization. That could be the key to your tattoo.” So naïve, Quentin sneered in his
heart.
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