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.

ashen. "Jarrod, are you

others gathered around, their

you suddenly..." Maurice glanced at Elodie, hesitating before

Jarrod risk himself

hurried over, the gravity of the

was standing close to Elodie. Mr. Silverstein must have grabbed the

finally processed what had

When the drone came barreling through, blocking out the light and making it impossible to

deepened, but he didn't

Sylvie, his voice low and

pale but steady. "I'm fine. Don't

that, as if it really had been nothing more

injury, quickly improvising a makeshift bandage to stop the bleeding. "You need a

a car. "Get Mr. Silverstein to

the verge of

face thunderous, frantically checking Elodie

hadn't suffered so

the professional in a crisis, began directing people and restoring order. Klein shot Elodie a quick glance. "Are you