Page 91 of Hunt Me
“You’re bleeding.”
“Not mine.” My voice shakes. “Maya. He has Maya somewhere?—”
“Dmitri found her. First floor. She’s alive.”
Relief crashes through me so hard I can’t breathe.
Alexi pulls me against his chest. His heart pounds as fast as mine. Blood soaks through his shirt—definitely his this time. A gash across his ribs, still bleeding.
“You’re hurt.”
“Flesh wound.” He doesn’t let go. “What did he make you do?”
The code.
The backdoor.
Everything I built to save Maya’s life.
“I gave him access to your systems.” The words taste like ash. “Complete backdoor through your financial servers. Everything.”
Alexi’s grip tightens. “Where?”
“Laptop. Downstairs. The room where he kept me.”
He pulls back enough to meet my eyes. No anger. No accusation.
Just cold calculation.
“Can you undo it?”
“I—” My thoughts scatter. “Maybe. If we move fast enough.”
“Then we move.” Alexi stands, pulling me with him. “Erik!”
Heavy footsteps echo from the stairwell. Erik appears, covered in more blood than Alexi. None of it seems to be his.
“Basement level,” Alexi says. “Laptop with government files. Grab everything. Don’t let anyone transmit data out of this building.”
Erik nods and disappears back down the stairs.
Alexi keeps his hand locked around mine as we follow. My legs shake. Adrenaline crash is hitting hard.
“Morrison’s dead,” I say.
“Yes.”
“You killed him.”
“Yes.”
The man who murdered my parents and tortured Maya. The man who would have killed me.
Gone.
I should feel something. Relief. Victory. Justice.
Instead, I feel hollow.
