Chapter 202: collapsed
"My BOOOOOBS!"
Kael leapt sideways, his heart hammering as he dodged a blind swing from Whiplash’s fist, her pained snarl echoing in the dim basement.
The muscular man charged next, a hulking mass of rippling muscle, his eyes blazing with intent to crush.
Kael ducked low, his fingers snagging the man’s belt in a desperate yank.
The pants slid down, tangling the guy’s legs mid-stride, and he crashed headfirst into Whiplash’s crouched form with a yelp and a string of curses.
The two collapsed in a chaotic heap, limbs flailing, her whip skittering across the concrete.
Kael didn’t pause to gloat.
He bolted, boots pounding the cold floor, sprinting through the maze of concrete pillars in the hospital’s basement.
His lungs burned, his thighs screamed, but he was moving—alive, for now.
The flickering lights cast jagged shadows that seemed to twist after him, mocking his escape.
His empathetic resonance hummed at his fingertips, useless without contact, a taunting reminder of how close he needed to get to fight back.