Chapter 265
Chapter 265:
“What happened p>
“Car accident,” Davies sobbed. “Hit and run. He was moving safe houses, just like you ordered. He was crossing the street near the extraction point. A van… it didn’t even slow down. He’s in critical condition. They don’t know if p>
I gripped the phone so hard the screen creaked. “Where p>
“Central Hospital. ICU p>
I hung up. I turned toward the door.
“Training isn’t over,” Grace said, trying to block my path. “Mr. Vance said p>
I shoved her. I didn’t push her; I shoved her with genuine, violent force. She stumbled back into the lockers with a loud clang.
“Get out of my way,” I growled. My eyes burned, not with tears, but with cold, black rage.
The other trainees recoiled. They had seen me arrogant. They had seen me competitive. They had never seen me dangerous.
I ran out of the locker room. I didn’t go to the main gate. I ran to the back fence, the low section near the delivery bay. A black sedan was waiting on the service road. It was the same car Felix had been driving earlier. I didn’t need to call him; Alistair’s security detail was already monitoring the situation.
I scrambled into the back seat.
“Central Hospital,” I said. “Drive p>
The car tore off, gravel spraying.
Felix passed me a tablet from the front seat. “We intercepted the traffic-cam footage,” he said grimly. “Take a look p>
I watched the video. The van swerved intentionally. There were no brake lights. No skid marks before impact. Only after.
The driver hadn’t tried to stop. He had accelerated.
This wasn’t an accident. This was a hit.
Gabriel wasn’t digging for the truth—we already had Benny’s confession about the hair and the locket. He was digging for the digital receipt. He was hacking the lab’s internal server to find the exact timestamp the samples were swapped, to create the irrefutable paper trail we needed for court.
“Seraphina,” I whispered.
𝖱е𝖺𝗱 wi𝗍𝗁о𝘂𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝘮its 𝘰n 𝘣𝗲.co𝗺
The sadness in my chest crystallized into ice. She had tried to kill me. Now she was targeting my people to destroy the evidence.
We arrived at the hospital in record time. I rushed through the sliding doors, my muddy boots squeaking on the pristine floor. Doctors were rushing a gurney down the hall. I saw a hand hanging limply off the side—a hand with a distinct tattoo on the wrist.
Gabriel.
“Gabriel!” I shouted.
Nurses held me back. “Ma’am! You can’t go in there p>
I watched the doors swing shut behind him.
I stood there, panting, my fists clenched. My burner phone remained silent. Seraphina wouldn’t call. She was too smart for that. But the silence spoke louder than any taunt.
“Is he dead p>
I spun around.
Standing near the elevator, looking like a concerned angel in a pastel cardigan, was Seraphina.
I didn’t speak. I stared at her, my hand itching to slap the mask off her face.
“Oh, Skye!” she cried, rushing forward with her hands clasped. “Is Gabriel okay? We heard the news! It’s awful p>
Behind her, Dominic Thorne strode out of the waiting area. He looked furious, his heavy brow furrowed.