Chapter 7
At that moment James’s eyes burst open, wider than they had ever been.
He blinked once, Twice, But the image didn’t change.
Cora... was standing, on her feet.
His heart slammed against his chest. For a split second, he thought it was a trick. A dream. Maybe a cruel joke. But the wind brushing across his face was real. The silence in the air was real, And the look of death in Cora’s eyes very real.
Emily let out a gasp and stumbled backward, her heels wobbling beneath her. She hit the ground with a thud, completely stunned. "W-What the hell is happening?" she whispered to herself, trembling. "She can walk? Since when?"
Cora stepped away from wheelchair platform slowly, her shoe making sharp contact with the concrete confidently, like she’d never needed the chair in the first place.
Without wasting anymore time Giovanni and Lan immediately rushed forward, each on either side of her, lowering their arms with synchronized grace.
They intended to escort her properly like royalty.
On any other day, Cora might’ve accepted that gesture, Let them carry her steps like the queen she truly was.
But not today, today was for James.
She lifted a hand and stopped them both without a word.