Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 333

Brielle couldn’t guess what he was about to say, but that single sentence had injected a jolt of energy into her weary bones.

The thrumming of the helicopter blades was audible, yet with the mountains shrouded in a thick mist, it was impossible to pinpoint someone’s location once they strayed.

Max crouched down again, gesturing for her to climb on. “I’ll take you back. Kenzo’s already been picked up.”

It seemed Kenzo’s injuries were serious; otherwise, the chopper wouldn’t have hovered directly overhead. They must have sent a winch down from high above to haul him up. Thankfully, they weren’t dealing with a dense fog; otherwise, evacuating Kenzo would have been a nightmare.

“Are you sure Kenzo has been rescued?” Brielle wrapped her arms around his neck again, whispering close enough that her breath tickled his skin.

Max looked down, his eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks as he murmured a subdued “Yeah.”

Brielle felt an overwhelming sense of relief. The fog grew thicker, to the point where even the ground beneath her feet was nearly obscured, wrapping the world in an ethereal haze.

Later on, when Brielle would recount this episode to Aubree, she would mention she always felt as if they had been surrounded by chaos, unsure where heaven or earth lay. Perched on his back, she watched him navigate the fog–enshrouded terrain, a vast expanse where it seemed

the only two souls left.

they!

more than a beautiful yet fragile castle in the air, so precarious

dissipate, the stream ahead gradually came into view. Brielle’s eyes drooped with a touch

gait, noticing that a group had gathered in a clearing up ahead, waiting. It seemed that

man approached Max. “Sir, Mr. Kenzo’s been taken to the local clinic for stitches. Once he’s patched up, he’ll be able to

eyes swept over Brielle, but she quickly looked away.

Max’s suit

worried she might trip over the stones, so he kept an arm around her waist and

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palpable, but nobody asked any

and sat beside her as it took off, rising higher and higher

loss. Was this return journey a sign that everything was over? Was

couldn’t resist leaning against the

her and gently shifted her head onto his shoulder. With

Brielle’s brushes with danger had been because of him. Without his involvement. someone with her background wouldn’t

it be? They were well–trained, tactful,

into a thin line, his eyes cutting sharply