How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 258

Elodie's pupils widened in shock.

The roar of the helicopter's blades thundered in her ears, the spinning rotors slicing closer by the second.

She instinctively tried to back away, but a shadow suddenly swept over her. Before she could react, a pair of strong arms enveloped her, pulling her swiftly to the side and out of harm's way.

All around, startled cries erupted.

Someone managed to bring the drone under control just in time, guiding it safely to a halt under the covered walkway.

Elodie was still frozen, her mind reeling, when Sylvie's anxious voice broke through the chaos. "Jarrod! Are you okay?!"

It was only then that Elodie, still trembling, forced her eyes open.

Jarrod's dark, fathomless gaze met hers. His brow was furrowed, his expression grim, pupils dilated. She'd never seen Jarrod look so cold and intimidating.

Realizing how shaken she was, he immediately let her go.

As Jarrod stood, Elodie noticed for the first time that the sleeve of his suit was shredded, blood streaming down his right arm and pooling on the ground beneath them. His palm and fingers were a mess of scrapes and cuts.

over, her face ashen. "Jarrod,

gathered around, their faces

at Elodie, hesitating before finishing the question to

risk himself to save

and his team hurried over, the gravity of the situation finally sinking

Silverstein must have grabbed the

them finally processed

barreling through, blocking out the light and making it impossible to see, instinct

but he didn't

his voice low

shook her head, pale but steady.

if

to examine Jarrod's injury, quickly improvising a makeshift bandage to stop the bleeding. "You need a hospital. That's a deep cut-could be

for a car.

scene was on the verge of

face thunderous, frantically

hadn't suffered so

the professional in a crisis, began directing