Chapter 83: Deserves To Die
The bullet whizzed past Evelyn, so close that she could feel the rush of air against her skin. Her mind went blank for a second, the sheer terror of it freezing her in place. But luckily, it didn’t hit her. Instead, it grazed her arm, the sharp sting of the wound snapping her back to reality.
"Eva!" Zevian’s voice cut through the chaos, his strong arms pulling her out of the line of fire before the girl could take another shot.
John, who had already settled in the driver’s seat, tensed hearing his master’s voice. His eyes darted to the rearview mirror, assessing the situation. Luckily, their car was heavily bulletproof, and the stray bullet had ricocheted off the top of the vehicle with a dull thud. But the outside noises of the crowd that had gathered at the scene were enough to startle Kiana, who stirred in the backseat.
"M-mommy?" Kiana’s soft, sleepy voice broke the tension. Her eyes fluttered open, confusion and fear mingling in her innocent gaze.
Evelyn gasped, clutching her arm as blood trickled down. The pain was sharp but not unbearable. Zevian immediately turned to her, his hands hovering over her wound. "Are you okay?" His voice was tense, his eyes darkening with a mix of anger and worry.
"I’m fine," she whispered, though her arm throbbed, weakening her senses.
Zevian’s gaze snapped to the girl standing a few meters away, her hands still trembling as she pointed the gun at them again. His jaw clenched as he took a step forward, positioning himself between Evelyn and the armed child.
"Stop it while I’m being patient, Emily!" Zevian’s voice was sharp, filled with an authority that made the girl flinch. Evelyn frowned, the name tugging at the edges of her memory. Emily...? She knew that name!
It hit her like a ton of bricks—Emily Grey. Natalie and Dominic’s adopted daughter. She had been sent away to boarding school last year. What was she doing here?
The girl’s hands trembled violently, her face twisted in anger and confusion. "No! It’s all because of her! She ruined everything! My parents... they’re... they’re divorcing, and it’s all her fault! I will kill her!"
Evelyn’s heart clenched as she heard the pain in the girl’s voice. But before she could say anything, Zevian stepped forward again, his voice harder now. "Emily Grey, drop the gun."