Regret Came Too Late

Grace saw Liam's consciousness fading fast, and his eyes were losing focus. Without hesitation, she shoved the wrecked car door open.

"Enough," she said sharply. "You're not dying. If you have something to say, say it yourself."

Liam was too weak to respond and passed out moments later. The cemetery was rarely empty-someone would find him soon. But first, she had to draw those men away.

She sprinted down the slope, only relaxing when she saw them chasing after her. With any luck, someone would notice Liam soon and get him to a hospital. His shoulder wound wasn't fatal, so he should be fine.

A dense forest lay at the bottom of the slope. As she rushed downhill, branches scraped her face, drawing thin lines of blood. But she didn't have time to care- she just kept running.

The rush of adrenaline gave her a terrifying resilience. Her hands were cut and bleeding, but she kept running, never daring to slow down.

idea who sent these men, but their intent was clear. They were

seized her, dragging her downstream. At first, she fought to stay conscious, but soon,

her. Assuming the current had swept her away, they searched downstream for two hours but found

dead. No

bitch was half-dead from the crash anyway. The water's just finishing her off. This river runs past Druville-nobody's out there to

hardly believe how easily everything had

rest of the money right now.

glances. Once they received the payment, they left without

a searing heat flood her body, her stomach churning as if surrounded by a raging fire. She struggled to open her eyes, but they remained shut no matter