Page 190 of BounBound By Scars

It had been nearly ten days.

No calls. No messages. Nothing.

Her eyes landed on me—wide, wild, disbelieving.

And in that moment, nothing else existed.

“Heer…” I croaked, my voice cracking like it didn’t belong to me anymore.

I barely registered the others.

She was trembling. Hands. Shoulders. Chin.

“Baby—”

Before I could take another step, she dropped.

Fell straight to her knees.

Zane reached for her, but she shoved him off with such force, he staggered back.

Her sob—raw, broken—split the air.

I was shaking too. From the pain. From the relief. From the fact that I was standing here at all.

I was here.

I had kept my promise.

One step closer.

She let out another sound—something between a gasp and a cry—and then she was running.

Half crawling, half stumbling.

Straight into me.

I caught her.

Her arms locked tight around me, her legs wrapped around my waist.

My ribs protested viciously, but I didn’t care.

My face buried in her neck, inhaling everything I thought I’d never smell again—her skin, her hair, her fucking existence.

She was howling now.

“I’m fine,” I lied, voice a strained grunt. “I’m okay.”

I wasn’t. But none of that mattered.

I started to sink, knees giving out. The weight of her, of everything, pulling me down. I knelt, holding her close as my body finally gave out a cough.

Startled, she pulled back. Her hands roamed over me, frantic, checking for wounds, for blood, for proof that I wasn’t some ghost.

Her eyes were soaked, face flushed with pain.

“Seb!” she screamed. “Get the medical team!”

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