The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 506

hapter 248-2

Chapter 248-2

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I turn and walk down the quiet, dimly lit corridor toward Room 412. My hand shakes violently

as I reach out, my fingers curling around the cold handle of the door.

I push it open, stepping into the quiet, darkened room.

The only light comes from the soft, green glow of the heart monitor and the pale gray morning light filtering through the window blinds. The air inside is warm and still, filled with

the slow, steady beep… beep… beep… of the vitals machine and the quiet hum of an oxygen

concentrator.

And there he is.

Locke sits leaned back against a stack of crisp white hospital pillows.

He looks battered, broken, and impossibly human.

A thick, snowy–white bandage is wrapped tightly around his head, covering his entire left temple and capping the top of his skull where the fracture sits beneath the skin.

Dark, purple–black bruising spills out from under the bottom edge of the gauze, pooling around his left eye, swelling down his cheekbone, and staining his jawline a dangerous shade

of plum.

His right arm is wrapped tightly in medical tape where the restraint chains bit into his flesh, an IV line running into the back of his hand, dripping clear saline into his vein.

His hair is matted and cut short near the dressing, damp with sweat.

shatters every remaining wall

The sight of him – breathing, alive, sitting right in front of me – inside my chest. Tears spill hot and fast down my cheeks, blurring my vision as a ragged sob

hitches in my throat.

“Locke…” I whisper. “Oh, my God…”

I rush to his bedside, unable to stay a foot away for another second. I reach out, my hand

trembling as I lift it toward his face, desperate to touch his skin, to feel his warmth, to prove to myself that he isn’t a ghost, that they didn’t kill him in that dark basement.

“Locke, you’re back…”

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My fingers are an inch from his cheek when he moves.

It isn’t a slow movement. It’s a swift, violent recoil – a pure, tactical reaction.

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Locke jerks his head back, his shoulder snapping up to shield his neck as his good hand

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