Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 133

A shroud of gloom seemed to envelop Hamilton, yet his face remained as unreadable as ever, betraying no hint of the storm brewing within.

He casually scrolled through his missed calls until one name made his finger pause abruptly–Natalia. Her call had come in a few minutes before the snapshot of Orpheus had landed in his inbox.

That meant she had tried reaching out to him before she was taken.

A suffocating sensation rose in his chest as he wondered how she felt hearing his phone click off.

Then, as if on cue, his phone rang again. With a steely expression, Hamilton answered.

“Bro! Ms. Jenkins is in trouble!” Alden’s voice trembled with urgency on the other end.

Hamilton’s eyes narrowed, a cold fury beginning to simmer beneath his calm exterior. “What’s the situation now?”

Alden struggled to speak, finally managing to utter a dire statement. “It’s touch and go.”

“What did you say?” Hamilton’s voice dropped to an icy register, disbelief threading through his tone.

“Touch and go? Who’s touch and go? Alden, you’d better make yourself clear!”

“Bro, Ms. Jenkins was thrown off a cliff, and we’re still searching, but we don’t know if she’s… if she’s still alive.”

Though Alden spoke of search, hope seemed a luxury he could scarcely afford.

Natalia had been thrown off the cliff with her hands tied and gagged. From such a height, the fall alone might not kill her, but the waters below could claim her life just the same.

Hamilton’s mind blanked, a taut wire in his head snapping, leaving him rigid with shock.

Whatever Alden said next was lost to him; his thoughts were consumed by the pleading look in Natalia’s eyes when he’d left the hospital last night.

She had been afraid, and he knew that.

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lurking danger she couldn’t see. She hadn’t wanted him to leave, but what had he thought at the

assumed Killian’s presence meant

had assumed that staying with her wouldn’t change

IS

to

lost in his turmoil. But he finally snapped to action and strode purposefully

man he’d never seen so close to the edge–cold, deadly, his face devoid of emotion yet brimming with a killer’s madness.

pushed the thoughts aside and

expected Hamilton, but

“So, you’re

“What do you think?”

ruining your own face like that. Aren’t you afraid of scars? If you wanted Hamilton’s attention,

let out a laugh. “What do

spot a fake from a mile away. More importantly, she was certain Hamilton wouldn’t let her scar.

Hamilton outside?” Eveleen asked.

an eyebrow. “Just saw him looking murderous. What’s happened?”

sneer. “Probably that wench

dots. “Did you do

“How could I? I wouldn’t lay a finger on her. But I can’t speak for

darkened but he said nothing more,

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had driven off from the hospital, pushing his Range Rover to its limits

covered what should have been a

rage and grief,

“Hamilton!”

“Bro!”

shouted

Where were you when she needed you?”

shouted at Hamilton.

of this, Ryan. Natalia and I are none

tried to say something else, but was pulled back by Dawson as soon as he could. “Don’t add fuel to the flame.

glared angrily at Hamilton but didn’t say anything else after all.

face a mask of

pale as death.

a grim omen of