Chapter 287: Not a work of Quentin
[PRESENT TIME]
BAM!
Jackson kicked the wide gates of the abandoned warehouse where they suspected Fil was taken. After just an hour of searching, they finally located this place.
"Fil!" he yelled as his glowing red eyes searched the warehouse.
When his eyes landed on the figure lying on the floor, his breath hitched. For a second, his mind went blank and his feet felt like they fused with the ground.
"Fil," he whispered and in a blink of an eye, Jackson appeared right next to her.
As soon as he came close, the stench of blood assaulted his nostrils. Tears coated his eyes as he looked at her fragile figure. Dirt and dust clung to her skin and clothes. Traces of droplets of blood were seen on the floor.
Jackson carefully checked her wrist, feeling her pulse.
"Jack..." Approaching him in a hurry, Dustin skidded on his steps the closer he was to Fil. Seeing her lying so weakly on the floor, countless memories of how they found her body all the past lifetimes surged in him.
His complexion turned pale and his lips quivered as he asked under his breath. "Is she dead?"
Dustin almost choked upon saying that question because he knew for a fact he wasn’t ready to hear her answer. For once, he prayed. Let this be not bad news.