Chapter 60
The room was still and heavy with tension. Sasha lay on the table, pale and bloodied, her breaths shallow but steady. Bandages wrapped around her torso, red seeping through at the edges. Her silver-blonde hair, usually pristine, was matted with blood and sweat. Quinn hadn’t moved from her side. He sat in a chair next to the table, one hand holding hers, the other gently brushing her hair back from her face. His jaw was clenched, but his eyes told the truth. Fear. Guilt. Love. Gary stood by the window, trying to reach Mason, muttering updates into his phone. Calvin, for once, didn’t have a joke ready. He poured himself a stiff drink with a trembling hand, staring into the glass like it held answers. "You should've waited for me," Quinn murmured to Sasha, his voice low. "I would've gone w
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