Chapter 721
The man in the passenger seat threw open the door, hopped out, and lit a cigarette.
Sienna tensed every muscle, her senses on high alert as she waited for their next move.
A few seconds later, the low rumble of a car engine echoed in the distance, growing louder and clearer as it approached.
The man tossed his cigarette away and yanked open the back door.
He roughly grabbed Sienna by the arm and dragged her out of the backseat.
“Get out p>
Blindfolded and unaware of the terrain beneath her feet.
Sienna stumbled and nearly pitched forward.
She was just bracing herself to regain her balance.
When the next second, a bloodcurdling scream erupted from right beside her.
“Ahhh p>
A fierce gust of wind brushed past her ear, accompanied by the oppressive force of a devastating punch.
The sounds of brutal, bone-crunching combat followed in quick succession—ruthless and highly efficient.
In that split second.
Sienna caught a whiff of a familiar scent, a crisp, masculine fragrance mixed with an icy chill that powerfully enveloped her.
It was Jarred.
Even without seeing him, she knew it was him just by his presence.
The two attackers were clearly professionally trained thugs, fighting with lethal precision.
Engaging in close-quarters combat in the dead of night with such ruthless strikes was no easy feat.
Jarred was not having an easy time of it.
But in less than a minute, a few sharp thuds of flesh and the sickening crack of dislocated bones signaled that both men had hit the ground.
The very next second, a pair of cool, strong hands grasped her wrists.
As he worked the knot, his fingertips brushed against the sensitive skin of her inner wrist.
Sienna could feel that his hands were colder than usual, holding the lingering chill of the sea breeze and night dew.
The knot loosened.
The moment the black cloth was pulled from her eyes, the sky had not yet fully brightened.
But the grayish-blue light of dawn was enough for Sienna to clearly see the man standing before her.
Jarred stood tall.
The fabric on his left shoulder was torn, revealing blood-soaked bandages wrinkled by seawater.
The edges of the bandages curled back to expose a deep, crimson wound.
It was obvious this injury was fresh from the mission he had just completed.
There was a new gash across his cheekbone, slicing diagonally from his brow to his jaw, the blood already crusted.
Only after seeing that her face was unharmed did the tight, suffocating tension in his features relax a fraction.
Sienna opened her mouth, a thousand words caught in her throat.
But before she could utter a single syllable.
Jarred pulled her firmly into his arms.
He didn’t dare hold her too tightly for fear of hurting her, yet he was terrified that if he let go, she would. vanish before his eyes again.
During the frantic pursuit, he had envisioned the worst possible outcomes countless times.
Every second the signal cut out felt like a jagged knife sawing at his heart.
He had been so afraid he wouldn’t make it in time, that he would never see her again.
Now, holding her warm body, resting his nose against the cool crown of her head and breathing in her faint scent.
His heart finally settled back into his chest.
But before they could savor this precious moment for more than two seconds.
A massive convoy of military SUVs crested the mountain road in the distance, advancing at full speed.
An overwhelming pressure swept over them as the vehicles charged in their direction.
Sienna had never seen anything like it.
The vehicles shared identical camouflage, with communication antennas mounted on the roofs.
The equipment was so advanced she had only ever seen it in movies.
She froze in terror.
Jarred’s lips moved, spitting out just two words: “Let’s go p>
At the exact same time, several black sedans pulled up behind them.
Declan Ward and his men had caught up, shouting over the wind toward Jarred, “Boss, take Sienna and get out of heret We’ll hold them off p>
Before the echo of his voice faded, Jarred grabbed Sienna’s wrist and pulled her up.