CHAPTER 64: Bone Weary Tired

LUKA

Lub. Dup.

Lub. Dup was the rythmic sound that came off the machine that was monitoring her vitals.

She looked frail and pale lying there with these huge machines hooked up to her. She had a bandage wrapped around her head. There were bruises all over skin and a huge purple one on the side of her face. My fingers traced the bruise on her wrist where her hands were tied and my lips kissed them gently, trying to soothe the skin with my lips even though she wouldn't notice. She was unconscious when we brought her in yesterday.

We had found her in a deserted warehouse up in the mountains a 3 hour drive away from the city. One minute they were asking me to wait in the car with the rest of the security operatives, the next minute I was charging in when I heard the gunshots. It had taken all my willpower to enter that warehouse, knowing that what I might see might be her corpse but I entered.

The image of her lying down there unconscious with her hoodie off in just her bra, blood pour