DYLAN\u00a0<\/p>\n
I hate being shut out. It\u2019s one of the few things that can unnerve me faster than anything else, and right now, that feeling was eating me alive. The article Beckett sent had practically laid everything bare\u2013every question that had been haunting me since this morning suddenly had answers I never asked for. Answers I didn\u2019t want.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But even with the truth staring me in the face, some stubborn, aching part of me refused to accept it. I wanted to hear it from Hunter himself. I wanted to believe that there was some reasonable explanation, something I just didn\u2019t know yet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wanted to give him a chance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wanted to trust him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I hate to think that he already betrayed me even before I had the chance to admit my feelings for him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I pressed my back against the wall and listened. I need to find a way to escape this place. If Hunter won\u2019t come here to give me answers, then I\u2019m coming for him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I clutched my stomach and let out a sharp, desperate cry, loud enough to echo off the hotel room walls. I dropped to my knees beside the bed, curling forward as if pain had ripped straight through me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It didn\u2019t take long. The guards stationed outside burst through the door, panic tightening their faces.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMadam, what\u2019s wrong?\u201d one of them asked, rushing toward me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2013I don\u2019t know,\u201d I gasped, forcing my voice to tremble. \u201cIt hurts. My stomach\u2026 I think something\u2019s really wrong. I need to go to the hospital.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
They exchanged worried looks. That was all I needed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Within minutes, two more guards arrived. One lifted me gently, helping me stand while the others spoke hurriedly over their radios about an emergency transport.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They guided me through the hallway, moving fast, their focus fully on my supposed pain. I kept one hand pressed to my abdomen, breathing in short, shaky bursts.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When we reached the lobby, a car was already waiting. They helped me inside, one guard sitting beside me while two more climbed into the front seats.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Perfect.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment the car pulled away from the hotel, I leaned forward, clutching my stomach again. \u201cPlease hurry,\u201d I whispered. \u201cIt\u2019s getting worse.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The guards urged the driver to go faster. Their attention stayed glued on me\u2013exactly how I needed it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When we reached a busy intersection near the hospital, I made my move. I lurched sideways suddenly, grabbing the guard <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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