đ Chapter 10: The Lies That Keep Us Alive
The cave was barely more than a dent in the earth â a hollowed-out shelter cut into the ravine wall. Cold, damp, but hidden.
Jay leaned against the rock, his face pale, blood soaking through the makeshift wrap Lena had tied around his shoulder. His breathing was shallow but steady. His eyes tracked her â always alert, even in pain.
âYou shouldâve told me you were hit harder,â she muttered, kneeling beside him.
âYou had enough to worry about,â he replied through gritted teeth.
âYou nearly passed out in the dirt.â
Jay gave a faint, humourless smile. âIâve passed out in worse places.â
She didnât laugh. She reached into the first-aid pouch he kept in his pack and pulled out a needle and thread. âYouâll need stitches.â
Jay sighed, leaning back. âYou know how to sew?â
âI watched my dad stitch up a horse once.â
âGreat. Iâm in safe hands.â
The sarcasm made her lips twitch, but she didnât answer. She sewed in silence. Slow, steady, focused.
Jay barely flinched.
When it was done, she sat beside him, arms wrapped around her knees. Their shoulders touched in the dark, their breathing syncing in silence.
âI read more of the files while you slept,â she said.
He turned to look at her.
âProject Valken,â she continued. âIllegal experiments. People injected, monitored, and left to die. Your name isnât in the files, but⊠itâs in the logs.â
Jayâs jaw tensed.
âI was on the ground team,â he admitted. âSecurity. I didnât know what they were doing at first.â
âBut you helped cover it up.â
His silence was answered enough.
Lena stood.
âEverything makes sense now.â
Jay didnât try to stop her.
She paused at the mouth of the cave.
âYou buried the truth, Jay. And now itâs trying to bury me.â
Then she stepped into the darkness.
And left him behind.