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Chapter 339 Blood And Memory +5 Free Coins Fragments streaked behind his eyes : rooftops , summer sun , a small girl shouting the name " Rowan . " Each call tore at his soul like nails on raw nerve . " I - I'm all right , Rowan . You don't need to worry , really ." Yet as the words left her colorless lips , Quinn forced a lopsided , carefree smile , as if pain were an illusion and the streaming blood belonged to someone else . " The bleeding won't stop . I'm getting you to the hospital - now !

" Harlan had knotted his silk tie around her shoulder in a shaky tourniquet , yet crimson still welled through the fabric , running in hot rivulets between his fingers . With one swift motion , Harlan swept Quinn into his arms . As he turned , squad - car sirens wailed and the first wave of officers skidded to a halt beside the shattered glass . Marching in with the uniforms was Julius , suit rumpled , eyes wild .

He never expected the sight that punched the breath from his lungs - Harlan clutching the woman he loved , her arm dangling lifeless while scarlet droplets traced a morbid path to the ground . , The once - white blouse clinging to her left shoulder had turned a grim , soaking red . That stain flooded Julius ' vision , the same drowning crimson that had enveloped him the night his mother took her life . Terror surged through him , cold and electric , in a single vicious heartbeat .

His entire frame began to shake , a tremor he could neither command nor conceal . " Quinn ! " He stumbled toward her , nearly tripping over debris , desperate to reach her before fate claimed another person he cherished . If she vanished from this world , he wondered , what purpose would remain for him to keep breathing ? O く 1/3 Chapter 339 Blood And Memory +5 Free Coins Quinn felt the chill spreading , as though ice water replaced her blood ; even her eyelids sagged , heavy as lead .

She understood with clinical clarity that the creeping frost was simply hemorrhage . A moment earlier , she thought she'd heard Julius shouting her name . The voice had sounded shattered , as though forged from pure terror . What frightened him so deeply ? The possibility I might truly die ? She tried to pry her eyes open , to assure Julius it was only a shoulder wound , nothing more . Yet her lashes felt stitched together , impossible to lift . " Julius , move !

I've got to get Quinn to the hospital ! " Harlan barreled forward , shoulder - checking Julius out of the way with bruising force . Julius staggered two steps , disoriented , then saw Harlan sprint toward the waiting sedan with Quinn cradled against his chest . Shock fused to resolve , he lunged after them . The officers hurried to Leander and Serena , weapons still raised , eyes sweeping the area . One officer asked , " Mr. Fane , Ms. Fane , are you all right ?

" " Of course we're not all right ! " Serena snapped . " Do you have any idea how terrified I've been ? Your department is utterly useless ! " Leander , however , lowered his gaze to the pavement , fixated on the scattered beads of blood only steps away . They were Quinn's . If she hadn't taken that bullet , he would be lying in a pool of his own blood . Why did hearing her call me by that tender name - seeing her shield me - twist a knife inside my chest ?

||| ୮ 2/3 14:25 Sun , 24 Aug Chapter 339 Blood And Memory The ache grew until his skull throbbed . ༢ ཊཱི 59 % - +5 Free Coins He fought to master the pain , but the agony radiated from his temples down every nerve . He pitched forward , both palms clamped to his temples as though he could hold his skull together . A raw , guttural cry tore from Leander's throat - half scream , half plea - echoing through the corridor .

A uniformed officer lunged toward him , worry etched deep between his brows . " Mr. Fane , what's happening ? Are you hurt ? " Leander answered only by curling tighter , knuckles whitening as he fought the pounding inside his skull . Waves of pain rolled over him , each one worse than the last , until breathing itself felt like shrapnel . The bullet never touched me . So why does my chest feel like it's being ripped apart ? It shouldn't have been Quinn standing in that line of fire .

I should have taken the hit - gladly -if it meant shielding her from a single ounce of pain . Why does it hurt this much ? Could I really be her brother - could that be why every throb feels like my own heart betraying me ? The doors to the operating theater swallowed Quinn and the gurney beneath her , stainless - steel panels rolling shut with a final metallic thud . Harlan and Julius stationed themselves outside , silent sentries beneath the harsh corridor lights .

Harlan stared at the dark crimson smeared across his palms - the warmth had already cooled , yet he could still feel it pulsing , as though Quinn's heartbeat were trapped inside his skin . His hand trembled . Years in the army had taught him to keep breathing while blood poured and bullets whined . Wounds , even death , were occupational habits - not horrors . Yet the instant a round punched into Quinn's side , terror , pure and unfiltered , flooded his lungs .

He dreaded the possibility that she might crumple and never rise again . ။