Chapter 1008
Chapter 1008:
That thought sent a cold dread spiraling through Yelena.
“Austin p>
She turned his pale face toward her. His eyes fluttered—then shut completely.
Ellen, barely conscious from the sedative, murmured incoherently in her sleep. And in Yelena’s arms, Austin’s warmth was slowly fading. The lab’s alarm wailed through the night. The reinforced glass walls shattered, one by one.
As she reached the metal door, her reflection splintered across its surface—countless overlapping images of herself, panic-stricken and desperate. “This way p>
Domenic’s voice rang out through the chaos. Blood dripped from his forehead, streaking down into his eyes, blurring his vision.
Ellen, limp as a ragdoll, hung from his back. “The car’s downstairs. We need to go, now!” Domenic shot Yelena a worried glance, his gaze flickering to Austin.
He reached out to help, but Yelena shook her head. “No—I’ve got him.” Domenic hesitated, about to protest. Then he watched as Yelena hooked Austin’s belt, shifting his unconscious body onto her back with practiced precision. The motion was seamless, the same technique used to carry the wounded on battlefields. Smoke swirled around them, thick and suffocating.
Domenic met her eyes. “If you need help, just say the word p>
Yelena pressed two fingers against Austin’s neck. His pulse was slowing, and her chest tightened in response. “Hurry! Let’s get out of here p>
Yelena’s fingertips were still smeared with Austin’s blood when the emergency lights in the dim laboratory corridor suddenly sputtered and went out.
On Domenic’s back, Ellen stirred in her sleep, murmuring, “Uncle Leonel’s study… third drawer p>
“Duck p>
Without hesitation, Yelena shoved Domenic’s shoulders down with all her strength. A bullet whizzed past, so close it nearly brushed his hair, before embedding itself deep into the metal doorframe. A cold shiver ran down Domenic’s spine. That had been too close.
From the corner, the harsh beams of their pursuers’ flashlights sliced through the darkness. Yelena didn’t waste a second—her fingers tightened around a scalpel, and with a precise flick of her wrist, she sent it hurtling toward the fire sprinkler head.
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A torrent of icy water, laced with the sharp scent of disinfectant, cascaded down, drenching the corridor. Startled cries rang out as chaos erupted in the dark.
Seizing the fleeting opportunity, Yelena yanked Domenic and Ellen into a backup passage—only to come to an abrupt stop. A solid glass curtain wall loomed before them. Bulletproof. Designed by Austin himself. Their own reflections stared back at them, disheveled and desperate.
“The password is 0418 p>
Against her back, a faint whisper—Austin’s voice, hoarse and weak.
His warm breath ghosted against her ear as he added, “Your birthday p>
For a split second, Yelena froze, the words catching her off guard. By the time she snapped out of it, Austin’s blood-soaked fingers had already pressed against the reader.
With a soft hum, the glass slid open. Yelena’s gaze flickered to the monitors beyond, where her pale reflection stared back at her amidst an array of security feeds.
But something else caught her eye—on the underside of Austin’s limp wrist, barely visible beneath the layers of blood, was a barcode.
Stark, clinical, and eerily similar to the kind stamped onto lab rats.
The distant rumble of an explosion sent tremors through the building.