Chapter-61

“The reservations are made, and the files are encrypted. Do you want to see the mails now?” Dante's voice was tinged with a hint of weariness as he spoke. Despite the exhaustion etched into his features, there was a gritty glint in his eyes.

I shifted slightly on the hospital bed, wincing as the movement sent a dull ache radiating through my battered body. The events of the past few days had taken their toll on both of us, leaving behind a trail of physical and emotional scars that would take time to heal.

My gaze drifted to the thick bandage wrapped around his head. It was a miracle that he had survived, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for his resilience and loyalty.

Beside him, the crutches leaned against the chair. Despite the pain and discomfort, he refused to be side-lined.

I nodded, a sense of relief flooding through me at the knowledge that our plans had not been derailed by the bedlam and destruction. With Nikolaev's backup in place, we survived. I’d have to