Chapter 81: Who Is The Enemy?
Lara lingered, her fists clenched at her sides. A storm of curses tumbled from her lips, her voice raw with disbelief.
"How could they leave him here? He’ll die. He’s just one person to carry! A child, not even a man yet."
Beside her, Aramis studied her reaction, his expression complex. Does she care... for him? Their enemy?
Ignoring Aramis’ gaze, Lara stepped from behind the trees and knelt beside the boy. She had heard his friend call his name —Logan.
That name. It reminded her of her favorite character from a comic. Logan. Wolverine. A mutant with an incredible healing power, one of the most ferocious heroes in the universe.
Logan lay motionless, his breath shallow. He was in so much pain. Yet, his eyes focused on the two figures before him. Northem soldiers. The very ones who had shattered their plans. He was resigned to his fate. He knew he would not live another day.
Lara’s fingers moved over his legs, pressing gently against the bruised flesh. Logan recoiled instantly, pain spreading through him like fire. A sharp gasp escaped him, his skin turning a sickly pale as sweat beaded along his forehead.
"Good. You have no external injuries aside from the bruises." Lara uttered, barely paying attention to his reaction
Her gaze swept him before it landed back to his leg. Bent at a grotesque angle. Dislocated.
"Why did they leave you?" she asked, her voice quieter now. She knew the answer, but she wanted him to say it—to hear it for himself. To question his loyalty to those who had abandoned him.
Logan exhaled deeply, his tone devoid of emotion. "I would only slow them down. A burden."