Chapter 105
Author: Poen Konnet
last update2025-07-26 18:48:36

The search through the fleet of parked vehicles was frantic, the tension mounting with every slammed door and flung trunk lid.

Logan’s boots pounded across the gravel as he stalked past the last SUV, his eyes sharp with dread. Then one of the guards called out.

“Sir! Over here!”

Logan spun and raced toward the voice.

The SUV’s rear passenger door stood ajar with the window rolled halfway down.

And then they spotted Charlotte, slumped across the backseat, her head resting at an unnatural angle and her skin pale and unmoving.

A scream built in Logan’s throat but never escaped.

Instead, he rushed to her side, dropping to his knees.

His shaking hand reached out to touch her cheek which was ice-cold.

“Charlotte,” he breathed, voice breaking as he pressed two fingers to the side of her neck.

His chest tightened and her pulse was faint.

Or was it gone?

His mind refused to believe what his hands were telling him.

No, no, no...

He leaned in closer, listening for a breath, anything. But
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