Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 480

Fifteen minutes later, they touched down. They were back at Mayor Henderson's residence, which had been converted into a temporary command post.

The sky was still suffocated by a heavy gray gloom; dawn had yet to tear through the night. But the courtyard was entirely ablaze with light. Emergency floodlights and heavy-duty work lamps bathed the entire property in a blinding, daytime brilliance.

The yard was packed with people. On one side stood Willow's Merit Biotech colleagues. Having already witnessed Silas's terrifying wrath earlier, they stood rigid, their eyes wide with exhaustion and residual horror.

On the other side stood the tactical strike team Silas had flown in overnight. They stood tall and imposing, radiating an icy, lethal discipline. The air around them was so oppressively cold that no one dared make a sound.

Long story short, when Willow returned, she stepped into an atmosphere thick enough to cut with a knife.

The chopper landed, and Silas reached out to carry her again, but Willow instinctively shrank back.

Doing that on the mountain was one thing—there were barely any people around, and she had still been in shock. But doing it here, in front of a massive crowd? Especially when she wasn't physically hurt? It was totally unnecessary.

"I'm fine, really. I can walk."

But Silas was having absolutely none of it. His arm slid seamlessly around her waist and under her knees, and with unyielding dominance, he swept her off her feet. His grip was gentle but offered zero room for negotiation as he marched her straight toward the house.

Left with no choice, Willow buried her face against his broad shoulder, desperately trying to become invisible.

Just as they stepped inside, Arthur and Leo arrived on the second chopper.

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