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The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387

Author’s POV

Meanwhile, Kitty stumbles through the dark maze of the seafood market, her frantic breaths echoing in the damp alleys.

But she doesn’t get far before men in tactical gear emerge from the shadows, blocking every possible turn.

She twists and fights like a wild animal caught in a trap, but there is no escape.

The cold metal of handcuffs snaps shut around her wrists, and the sound seems to trigger something in her.

She stops struggling.

Instead, she throws her head back and laughs.

You can’t save her!she shrieks, her eyes gleaming with triumph. Gemma is going to die! She’s going to die in that cabin!

Nearby, Zina and Jace, who had arrived with the police, freeze. A cold dread washes over them, cutting through their panic.

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corpse.

Jace’s gaze snaps upward, scanning the gloom. There it isa thick, rolling plume of dark smoke rising against the night sky, not fifty yards away.

Over there!

He shouts, pointing a shaking finger.

The police leader sees it too. Move!he barks. The team splits with practiced efficiency.

One unit shoves a stillcackling Kitty toward the patrol cars. The other charges forward, following the terrible beacon of smoke, their flashlights cutting a desperate path toward the burning hut.

Gemma’s POV

The world is falling apart. The cabin groans around us, like a living creature in its death throes.

Every new flame makes the old wood shudder. Cassian’s kicks are a brutal, rhythmic drumbeat against the chaos. With a final, metallic shriek, the radiator bracket rips free from the splintered wall.

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lit with a fierce, triumphant light. Gemma, I did it!

My throat closes. In this hellish glow, he looks exhausted, utterly spent, and the sight sends a sharp, unexpected pang straight through my heart.

I have no name for this feeling.

He doesn’t celebrate. Time is a rope burning as fast as the walls. He grabs my uncuffed hand. Let’s go!

The moment I put weight on my right leg, a whitehot bolt of agony shoots from my ankle to my hip. I bite down on a scream, my vision blurring.

The falling beam clipped me when Cassian pulled me away. I hadn’t made a sound then, afraid of breaking his concentration. Now, the pain is screaming the truth from the rooftops.

Gemma?His eyes scan me, missing nothing.

I try to wave him off, to form the words to send him ahead, but the smoke is thicker now, a choking, black fog. The path to the doorway is a tunnel of fire. Even if I could walk, navigating it seems impossible.

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carry you.

In one swift motion, he bends, his arm sliding behind my knees, the other bracing my back. He lifts me against his chest and the world tilts ay once. I gasp, from the pain and from the sudden, shocking safety of his hold.

Then he moves, ducking under a falling curtain of sparks, sidesteps a collapsing shelf, his steps sure and fast.

I feel the heat on my skin, searing my hair. Several times, a lick of flame comes terrifyingly close, and I’m sure we’ll both catch on fire. But when I look up, his jaw is set, his gaze fixed on the disintegrating doorway ahead.

There is no fear on his face. Only a grim, unbreakable determination.

His steps never falter. He charges through the last barrier of heat and flame, bursting out into the cool, smokefilled night air just as a deafening roar erupts behind us.

Crash!

The cabin surrenders. It collapses in on itself with a sigh, splintering wood flying in the air as the flame roars.

The force of it hits our backs. I cough, deep, wrenching spasms that shake my whole body, still clutched tight in his arms. 4/8

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Through watering eyes, I see figures running toward us, their shapes resolving out of the gloom. Police. And behind them, Zina and Jace. They skid to a halt, their faces masks of identical, stunned horror as they take in the two of usfilthy, scorched, standing before the pyre of our own funeral.

The hospital light is a sterile, gentle shock. A doctor is carefully wrapping a bandage around my leg, the white gauze a stark contrast to the angry red burns and bruises. The door whispers

open.

Cassian steps in. He’s changed out of sootstained clothes, replaced by simple, clean ones. But the exhaustion is still etched around his eyes.

Kitty and Lydia have been taken away by the police,he says, his voice quiet in the hushed room.

I just nod, a sudden, weary tension coiling in my stomach. I’ve lost count of the people who have ended up behind bars because of the turmoil around me.

His next words are so soft I almost miss them. I’m sorry.

I look up, confused. For what?None of this was his doing. Their target was always me.

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If I hadn’t demanded Kitty compensate the companyshe wouldn’t have been desperate enough to target you.

I can feel the weight of his regret all the way from here.

I blink, surprised. Forget it. It was my idea in the first place.The memory is distant, from another life. I was the one who insisted on holding Kitty accountable, back when we were still bound by law, if not by heart. This isn’t your fault.

I take a breath, the words feeling both necessary and strange. Thank you for saving me today.

On cue, the nurse dabs antiseptic on a raw patch of skin. I hiss, my face contorting.

A flash of pure pain crosses Cassian’s features. He takes an involuntary step forward before stopping himself.

The door bursts open again. Zina flies in, all her composure and bravery gone, evaporated within seconds.

She throws her arms around me, sobbing into my shoulder.

You really scared me! We were supposed to meet William, and now thisand you’re pregnant! You scared me to death!

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