Chapter 258

The dim light flickered in Alex's makeshift room, casting long shadows against the worn walls. The room wasn’t much—just a small space with a tattered mattress on the floor, a cracked mirror, and an old wooden chair pushed up against a creaky table cluttered with supplies.

It was a far cry from the lavish accommodations of the elite, but it served its purpose. This was where he had been recovering, nursing wounds that hadn’t fully healed yet.

Alex winced as he applied more antiseptic to the bruised area just below his ribs, feeling the sting bite into him. He wasn’t as bad as last time—no broken ribs, no dislocated joints—but the gashes and bruises told the story of his most recent fight.

A fight he had barely survived. His body was tough, but even he had his limits. As he bandaged the wound, tightening the cloth around his torso, his thoughts drifted to the one person he couldn’t stop thinking about: Laurel.

The thought of Laurel never left his mind. She was a constant presence in
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