All Chapters of Bloodline Unknown: Chapter 71
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Chapter Seventy
The emergency exit sign flickered faintly, its dim red glow casting a thin line across the floor. Eli fixed his gaze on it, feeling his excitement rise at the thought of being so close and having not gotten caught He took one step.Then another.Just as his hand brushed the metal bar of the door, a voice cut through the silence.“Mr. Aurelius?”He stopped, then continued moving, increasing his pace, hoping the nurse would assume it was someone else and let him be.“Mr Aurelius — don't.” He heard her increasing her pace, as if worried that he might step outside before she got to him, endangering his life further.His fingers hovered above the push-bar, the cold from the metal brushing his skin. He didn’t turn around immediately. His ribs pulsed with a warning pain, but it felt distant compared to the irritation sparking deep in his chest.Slowly, he looked over his shoulder.It was the same nurse from earlier—the one with the calm eyes and the worry she tried not to show too openly. H
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Eli wasn’t sure which morning it was when he finally woke without feeling like something was crushing his lungs from the inside. Time in the hospital had blurred into a slow, suffocating loop—white ceilings, harsh lights, doctors speaking gently as though he might shatter again if they weren’t careful.But this morning felt different.He opened his eyes and didn’t immediately fight for air. The ache beneath his ribs was still there, buried deep like a wound waiting for an excuse to resurface, but it didn’t strangle him anymore. The dizziness that usually followed his first breath didn’t come.He sat up.The movement hurt, but not enough to force him back down.Progress.He’d worked for this—pushed for it. Every hour he’d been awake he’d forced himself to stretch, breathe through the stabbing pain, walk the length of the room even when the nurses told him he wasn’t cleared. The doctors warned him repeatedly that recovery wasn’t something he could speed through sheer will alone.But the
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Carlos stared at Eli, watching his reaction.“How was it found.” Eli asked finally. “How did it survive the blast.”Carlos didn’t immediately continue. He stood in the center of the jet’s med-bay, his phone lit faintly against his palm, eyes flicking toward Selene—toward the stillness none of them understood—but didn’t dare question Eli about.He finally cleared his throat.“They went through the wreckage again,” he said quietly. “Carefully. Slower this time. They found a small fireproof pack wedged under the backseat. Probably thrown there during the impact.”Eli’s chest tightened—not from the lingering pain in his ribs, but from the memory.Glass raining. Metal folding. Her body thrown against him before everything went silent.He swallowed hard, keeping his gaze on Carlos.“Was it sent to you?”Carlos stepped closer, holding out a tightly sealed evidence pouch. Inside sat a small object—dust-smudged, but unmistakably intentional. Metal. Old. Heavy-looking, even through plastic.“We
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The sky over Moravia was dark when the jet finally taxied to a stop. The windows showed nothing but a blurred wash of snow and distant airport lights. It had a cold unfamiliar feeling and was far too quiet for the storm brewing inside Eli’s chest.Carlos unbuckled his seat first, stepping toward the door as the cabin crew rushed to prepare the exit. “Ground team is already here,” he said softly. “Rael’s people too. They’re taking her straight to the facility.”Eli didn’t respond. His eyes were on Selene—the small rise and fall of her chest, the way her fingers lay loosely curled against the blanket. She looked asleep. Peaceful. Not like someone whose life was dragging itself along a very thin thread.Lucia checked the mobile monitor attached to her again, her brows drawn tight. “Vitals stable,” she murmured. “Still no neural response.”Karim stood by the wall, bags already slung over one shoulder. Aiden waited beside him, tension radiating from him even though he was trying to hide it
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Eli didn’t know how long he sat there—minutes, hours, time folding in on itself. The only anchor he had was the rhythm of Selene’s breathing and the subtle beeps of the monitors that felt both comforting and suffocating at once.Rael moved around quietly. Too quietly. Eli could hear the man’s restraint in every step, every clipped movement. He was giving him space, but he was also watching— As if worried Eli might do something, – something that might endanger his life, something that showed his worry was spiralling out of control.“Her neural activity is consistent,” Rael finally murmured, marking something on a tablet. “No decline.”It should have made Eli feel better.It didn’t.He nodded without lifting his eyes from Selene.Rael paused a moment, then added, “Staying tense like that will only drain you.”“I’m fine.”“You’re lying,” Rael said simply.Eli didn’t bother answering.The silence stretched again, heavy and taut.Eventually, Rael exhaled softly—barely a sound, but it carri
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The hallway outside Selene’s room felt colder than it had an hour ago. Or maybe Eli had just forgotten what the temperature has been. His body moved, but the heaviness in his chest didn’t loosen. Karim and Aiden walked slightly behind him—silent, alert, exchanging brief glances with each other they didn’t think he noticed.Carlos caught up a few steps later, falling naturally into place beside him.No one spoke until they reached the elevator.Carlos hit the button.The elevator doors slid open with a soft hiss, far too cheerful for the atmosphere pressing down on them. Eli entered first, Karim and Aiden following. Carlos stepped in last.The doors closed.A low hum filled the small space.Aiden shifted—subtle, but restless. “We’re really leaving?” he asked finally, his voice quieter than usual. He was trying hard to understand… he hadn't expected that the trip to Moravia was going to be that short and somewhere in the back he had thought Eli was going to use Selene's situation to tak
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New York greeted them with a sky the color of steel.The jet touched down smoothly, but the moment the wheels met the runway, something in Eli’s chest tightened. The familiar skyline was only a shadow in the distance, muted by the early evening haze. It felt wrong—too normal, while everything inside him was anything but peaceful.Karim unbuckled first, glancing at him with that same quiet observation he always had. Aiden stood and stretched his spine, his fatigue showing now that the adrenaline had settled. Carlos checked his messages, already assessing perimeter and hangar assignments before they even disembarked.The cabin door opened. Cold air rushed in.Eli stood.“Grab your things,” he said. “We’re separating here.”Aiden blinked, caught off guard. “Separating? Already?”“Yes.”Carlos frowned. “Eli, at least let us escort—”“No.” His voice coming out firm, stopping all three men from saying what they had planned to say immediately. “I need to move alone for a while.”Karim excha
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The house had gone quiet again.He had given orders to the house staff that had been with him, telling him not a word of it outside.Not till he knew what he was dealing with.Not till he understood why the message was directed to Leonhart and not to someone who was still breathing.Not till he was certain that this wasn't some means of them – whoever they were, was telling him that Leonhart was still there, alive and well.Eli stood in the middle of the living room with the unopened box sitting on the table. The shock had settled, like something that had become part of him, something that flowed in his blood.He told himself nothing was meant to surprise him anymore, nothing was meant to leave him shaken Not the severed finger.Not the ring.Not the name written in clean handwriting.Leonhart.But he just couldn't stop his mind from reacting whenever a new thing was thrown at him. He could stop his rib from crashing against his chest, leaving him cold and numb every time something o
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Eli drove through the night like the road was something he could outrun if he pushed hard enough.The unopened box sat in the passenger seat, strapped down with an elastic band like a live explosive. The envelope was wedged between it and the console, the handwriting still burned behind his eyelids.“Your father owed a debt.The bloodline pays it.Bring Selene.”His jaw locked every time the words replayed.The city blurred past him—tunnels, bridges, cold lights bouncing off the hood. Brooklyn wasn’t far, but the silence between him and the package felt longer than the drive itself.Aiden didn’t text again.He knew better.Carlos wouldn’t call until Eli called him.Karim was probably tracking something already, even without context.By the time Eli pulled up to the safe house—a nondescript two-story unit wedged between a bodega and a shuttered laundromat—the tension in his shoulders had settled into something sharper, more functional.The safe house looked abandoned on purpose.Old pa
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For a moment, the only sound between them was the quiet hiss of cold air brushing against the iron bars of the gate.Eli didn’t move.Didn’t blink.Didn’t give the man even a twitch of muscle to read.But inside, something sharp shifted. Zurich. A hidden city. Operations his government didn’t have clearance to imagine. His father tied to all of it.Leonhart’s shadow had just stretched farther than any grave.Eli’s jaw worked once, barely noticeable. Not surprise. Not fear. Just a silent adjustment. A subtle recoil of someone who had spent his whole life training himself not to react.“Inside,” he said quietly.The courier didn’t hesitate, but he also didn’t pretend there wasn’t an unspoken threat in Eli’s voice. He stepped through the gate, and Eli walked ahead of him, the ancient weapon still warm against his palm.The house swallowed them in silence.Eli didn’t bother with the lights. The darkness was his. He tapped a command into the nearest panel, and a soft mechanical hum rippled