Chapter 332

The chill of his presence was an oddly comforting shroud as Brielle leaned against his back. Exhausted to her core, the sting of tears threatened to betray her when Max hoisted her up effortlessly.

Taking a few steps forward, Max’s broad shoulders offered a smooth ride, while his bodyguard, trailing behind, dared not linger his gaze and hastened Into the forest to look for Kenzo.

Brielle’s fingers clutched at the fabric of Max’s suit, and after a moment’s hesitation, she rested her chin on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Ten minutes ago, she thought she was a goner.

“Brielle, you’re not crying, are you?” Max’s voice was even, his stride unshaken.

Brielle, who had felt a twinge at the tip of her nose, stifled it, “How could I be?”

A soft chuckle escaped Max as he glanced into the distance.

Brielle, fighting back her emotions, quickly changed the subject. “Patrick took me to that old warehouse where we planned to trap Spencer. We were ambushed then, too. It’s got to be the same group–they’re well–trained.” Her voice was calm and analytical.

“Right.”

in the woods. A car had exploded,

spine as she clutched tighter at the fabric on Max’s arm. Her

“Don’t be scared.”

soothing voice comforted her as he attempted to call Patrick, only to find no signal on his phone. The reception in the woods was hit or miss,

better off by the clearing.” Max

The fire shouldn’t reach there, but

I’ll take you

her arms around his

the path upward, noticing sporadic drops of

fatigue as she whispered near his ear, “About 500

more.”

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nodded and was ready to press on, then he heard her delirious murmur.

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