Chapter 65
Dante Castelli.
I turned my back on Langley’s remains and walked over to Elijah.
He was unconscious; his body collapsed on the filthy ground.
I knelt beside him and scooped him into my arms.
His body felt so small compared to mine.
So fragile.
But he wasn’t fragile.
My bunny had survived this.
I pivoted on my heels and left the yard.
The inmates immediately stepped aside, retreating as if I were a demon incarnate.
They weren’t wrong.
“Sorry for being late, Elijah.”
His eyes fluttered open slowly.
They shimmered with tears.
“I–I didn’t betray you…”
My steps halted.
“What?”
His fingers clung to my uniform tightly, his sobs choking his words./
“I didn’t betray you… that guard… he kissed me by force… tried to rape me… but I got away…”
My heart clenched with fury.
“Then… two guards… they said you approved the fight… because I betrayed you…”
His tears spilled over, his eyes brimming with anguish.
‘I swear I didn’t betray you….
Rage roared back inside me.
So that bastard not only tried to touch him… he lied too.
“Elijah, I never ordered any of that.”
I cupped his face gently, threading my fingers into his sweat–damp hair.
I would never abandon you.
Chapter 65
I kissed his forehead.
He squeezed his eyes shut, letting the tears run freely.
I just kept walking, carrying him straight to the infirmary.
Once inside, I laid him carefully on the cot.
I grabbed the medical supplies.
I’d been treating wounds all my life.
I knew how to take care of a broken body.
And this time wouldn’t be any different.
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