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    Only two heartbeats had passed since the de found its mark, yet already his vitality ebbed visibly, draining away with each shallow breath.


    His fingers remained wrapped around hers in a desperate clutch, but the pressure—even with all his determination—felt ghostly light. So fragile, Linsey could slip free with the merest twitch.


    Before she could respond, Gorman’s voice drifted between them, each word deliberately formed. “Linsey, when will you finally shed a tear for me?”


    The question struck her like a physical blow, shock rippling across her features.


    In the next heartbeat, the weight against her palm suddenly vanished. Gorman’s hand fell lifelessly,nding against the hem of her wedding gown, crimson blooming across the immacte white silk.


    An unnatural stillness descended upon the scene.


    When sound returned to Linsey’s world, it came in the form of the raw, desperate cries of Gorman’s men. “Mr. Green!”


    “Wake up!”


    Through the haze of shock came the bted arrival of medical personnel.


    Amid frantic shouts and urgent movements, Gorman’s blood-soaked form was whisked away.


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    Nothing remained but a grotesque crimson pool spreading across the floor.


    Linsey woke up with a splitting headache. Groggily, she looked around and saw Collin staring at her with a look of concern.


    “How are you feeling now, Linsey?” he gently asked.


    Linsey shook her head, unsure of what she was seeing. “Collin? Why are you here?” she asked, ncing around the room with confusion. She soon realized she wasn’t at the hospital or in her bedroom. The room she was in was unfamiliar.


    “Where am I?” Linsey asked as she tried to sit up.


    Collin immediately helped her up, cing a pillow behind her back for support.


    “Take it easy,” he said, gently propping her up.


    Linsey felt heavy, as though shecked the energy to move by herself.


    “Here, have some water,” Collin said, handing her a cup of water. Linsey took a few sips, then answered her earlier question.


    “This is my ce,” Collin replied. “The doctor said you’re not too weak to need hospitalization. He rmended a few days of rest.”


    Slowly, the events of before began toe back to Linsey. She opened her mouth to ask a question, but Collin stopped her, saying, “Zenia and Zander are both outside. They’re with Dustin and Dolores.”


    “Zenia’s back?” Linsey asked, her eyes lighting up with joy. “I haven’t seen Zenia and Zander in days.”


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