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Chapter 164: After uttering those words, the scarred man, Rugal Delgado, burst into laughter.

Damon, why are we even wasting breath on this woman? If she puts up a fight, well start the bloodbath with the girl.

Rugals eyes blazed as he aimed the gun directly at Kellan and Lorna.

Lorna continued sobbing uncontrollably, clinging to Kellans sleeve, her fear palpable.

Kellan met the killers stare with steely resolve.

He understood their coded threats and realized they were aiming to put pressure on Allison.

Rugals grin widened slowly.

Dont fret, Ms.

Clarke.

Cooperate, and no innocents get hurt.

But cross us, and we play rough! They had been briefed on Allisons cunning.

Even unarmed, overpowering her seemed unlikely; it was smarter to avoid a direct confrontation and get her back quietly.

Once they reached the Burned Islands, they could decide what to do with her.

To their surprise, Allison proved more compliant than expected.

Fine, I wont resist.

Take me, she said, raising her hands in surrender, projecting an air of docility.

Acting in the tight confines of the plane made any rebellion risky; out in the open, the tables could turn.

Hah! See? No threat at all! Rugal kicked open the cockpit door, pressing his gun against the pilots temple, forcing an emergency landing.

With Allison keeping her hands up, she shot Kellan a knowing glance.

Łα†ê$Ŧ çн∆pŧéяş ìπ gålnõvεlş.¢øм I warn you, dont try anything stupid! Damon Santiago, with a tattooed neck and a composed demeanor, swiftly blindfolded her and bound her hands when he noticed what she was trying to do.

Finally, they whisked her away upon landing.

Meanwhile, arriving police swiftly launched an inquiry, deploying additional aircraft for passenger safety.

Returning hastily to Ontdale, Kellan found Lorna drenched in cold sweat.

Though asleep, her body trembled uncontrollably.

Dont be scared, Lorna.

Its over, he reassured, meeting the private doctors arrival with a grim expression.

The doctor, startled by Kellans intensity, hesitated, unused to such raw anger from him.

Mr.

Kellan, whatever happened, take care.

Stress-induced headaches have no quick fix.

Kellans eyes were cold.

I wont collapse until this is settled.

Check on Lorna first.

Beyond Lorna, Kellans greatest concern was Allisons fate.

Upon landing, he had mobilized a search, but no word on Allisons whereabouts had surfaced.

Jim, concerned, urged, Mr.

Lloyd, you havent slept since you returned.

Why dont you rest for a bit? No need.

Look after Lorna.

I have pressing matters.

Kellan knew they had taken Allison to the Burned Islands.

With her situation still unclear, any delay only heightened the danger.

After the doctor administered Lornas medication, she calmed slightly but remained curled at the edge of the bed, her fingers trembling.

Her eyes were vacant as she fought anyone who approached fists, feet, even biting in fear her condition worsening.

Jims heart ached.

Mr.

Lloyd, Lornas shaken by the gunfire.

Ill take care of her.

You focus on Ms.

Clarke.

Jim knew Allisons bravery had saved everyone on that plane.

Kellan steadied himself, focusing on Lorna.

He squatted by her bedside, gripping her hand, and promised silently with determined eyes, Lorna, Ill bring Allison back to you.

Upon hearing this, Lorna, though still curled up and unable to speak, silently shed two lines of tears.

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