Chapter 83: Wreckage
Gabriel's pulse hammered in his ears as the footsteps grew louder, crunching over broken glass and twisted metal.
His entire body ached, but pain didn't matter…not when Diane was still unconscious beneath him, her breathing was the only thing anchoring him to sanity.
He shifted carefully, bracing her against the wreckage to shield her from whatever was coming.
His fingers fumbled for a weapon—anything.
Blood slicked his palms from a gash on his forearm, but he pushed the pain aside and snatched a jagged piece of metal.
It wasn't much, but it was sharp.
The footsteps stopped.
"Gabriel…" A low, rasping voice pierced the silence.
His stomach clenched. That voice…
Of course, he survived. He always survived.
Gabriel pushed to his feet, legs trembling beneath the exhaustion and adrenaline.