Chapter 26
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In the fraction of a second that Sophia lunged, my brain processed everything with agonizing clarity.
I saw the glint of the stainless steel blade, the madness in her wide, unblinking eyes, and the desperate, frantic movement of Noah as he breached the inner perimeter, his hand outstretched, still ten feet too far away to stop the trajectory.
I squeezed my eyes shut, a primal instinct taking over. I curled my torso forward as much as the zip ties would allow, a desperate, final attempt to shield the tiny life inside me with my own ribcage.
I waited for the cold, sharp bite of the steel. I waited for the end of the dream I had only just started to believe in.
But the impact wasn't sharp. It was heavy.
I heard a guttural grunt of effort, followed by a wet, sickening thud, the sound of a body colliding with a body.
There was a gasp, a rattle of breath, and then the sound of a wooden chair splintering against the concrete floor.
I opened my eyes, gasping for air that felt like lead in my lungs.
Sophia's knife was buried deep in the side of a man's neck, the handle vibrating with the force of the strike.
Liam Sterling was no longer tied to his chair. In a final, adrenaline-fueled burst of strength that defied his broken body, he had managed to topple his chair and roll his entire weight into Sophia's path.
As she lunged, he had heaved himself upward, using his bound torso as a human shield, placing his chest and throat directly in the path of the blade meant for me.
Sophia froze, her hand still clutching the knife.
The madness in her eyes flickered out for a split second, replaced by a hollow, haunting shock as she realized who she had stabbed.
"Liam?" she whispered, her voice a fragile thread.
Liam didn't answer. He couldn't.
He slumped back against the base of my chair, his weight pinning me in place.
The knife was embedded near his carotid artery, and dark, arterial blood began to pulse out with terrifying speed, staining the dusty floor a brilliant, horrifying crimson.
"GET HER!" Noah's voice roared through the warehouse.
He moved like a shadow across the floor, his fist connecting with Sophia's jaw with a force that sent her spinning across the concrete.
Noah was on his knees in front of me in an instant. His hands were shaking, the man who never trembled was vibrating with a fear so intense it was palpable.
His pocket knife flashed as he sliced through the zip ties on my wrists.
"Elena! Elena, look at me!" He pulled me into his arms, crushing me against his chest with a strength that was both terrifying and comforting.
"Are you hurt? Did she hurt you? Are you okay? Please... tell me you're good."
"I'm okay, Noah," I sobbed, my voice breaking as I clung to his lapels. "I'm okay. But Liam... oh god, Noah, look at Liam."
We both looked down.
Liam was lying on his back, the chair still partially attached to his torso. His eyes were wide, staring up at the flickering bulb above us.
His breathing was a series of ragged, wet gasps. Every time his heart beat, more of his life spilled out onto the floor.
As a doctor, the diagnosis was instantaneous and final. There was no surgical suite in the world that could fix this in time.
"Noah, let me go," I said, my professional instincts overriding my shock. "I need to apply pressure. I have to try."
I scrambled to my knees, pressing my hands against the base of Liam's neck, trying to staunch the flow.
My hands were instantly slick with his blood, the same blood I had spent five years trying to protect on the ice.
"Liam, stay with me," I shouted, my voice echoing in the hollow warehouse. "Look at me! Keep your eyes on me!"
Liam's gaze drifted, unfocused, until it finally found my face.
The pain in his expression seemed to melt away, replaced by a strange, peaceful clarity. He looked at my hands on his neck, then at Noah standing behind me.
He didn't look like a star athlete anymore. He didn't look like a villain.
He just looked like a man who had finally found the one thing he was willing to die for.
