Chapter 11 - The Reunion
I shoved open the containment room door, stepping inside as Genevieve turned her head in utter shock.
Her face was pale and thin, but her eyes blazed with the exact same fierce light I had mourned for two years.
“Lawson?” she gasped, her hands trembling as she rose frail steps from the small hospital bed.
In two strides, I crossed the room and pulled her into my arms, burying my face in her shoulder.
Tears soaked through my tactical vest as she clung to me with surprising strength, sobbing against my neck.
“You’re real... you’re really here,” she wept, holding onto my collar as if she might fall if she let go.
“I’m here, baby. I’m here, and I’m taking you home,” I swore, kissing her forehead repeatedly.
Evelyn stepped into the doorway, watching our reunion with tears shining in her own dark green eyes.
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“Evelyn... you found him,” Genevieve whispered, extending a hand to her former fellow captive.
“We don't have much time, Genevieve,” Marcus interrupted firmly from the hallway. “Vane’s main force is moving in.”
