He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 796

Lost in a foreign wasteland filled with monsters.

She was hurt. Bleeding. What was happening to her right now?

Was she even still alive?

Julian didn't dare let his mind go there. Every horrific scenario that flashed through his brain felt like a branding iron to his soul.

He didn't care if the kid had lied. Even if there was only a fraction of a percent of a chance, he had to take it.

He pushed the car to its absolute limits, tearing down the unfamiliar streets. A raging inferno of fear and fury consumed him from the inside out. His scalp prickled with dread, his hands shaking violently against the steering wheel.

If he lost her... what the hell was he supposed to do?

For the first time in his life, this fiercely pragmatic, logical man was ready to bargain with whatever higher power was listening. He didn't care if it was God, fate, or the devil himself. He would pay any price, suffer any consequence, as long as she survived.

Even if the absolute worst had happened, even if she had been violated and broken, he didn't care. He would stay by her side forever. He just needed her to breathe.

He had never experienced this kind of suffocating terror over a woman. He had never driven with such a blatant disregard for his own life.

He was completely unraveling. It was only in this agonizing crucible that he finally realized the truth: Scarlett was already carved into his bones. She was a part of him.

*Hold on... please God, hold on!*

His heart screamed into the void, drowning in despair. *I'm coming. I'll save you. Just please, stay alive...*

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At the edge of the dam, the roaring wind carried the heavy, suffocating spray of the churning river.

Heath dragged her violently toward the ledge until half her body was dangling over the abyss.

She would give anything. She didn't want to die. She couldn't leave Dawn without a mother.

She hadn't done anything to him! All she did was say no to a date, and for that, he was going to murder her?!

Behind her, the water roared like a starving beast.

Her hands were bound. Even if she was an Olympic swimmer, she would never survive that current. If she fell, her body would be swept out to sea, never to be found.

The sheer terror of oblivion crashed over her, but it triggered something primal—an explosive, violent will to live.

She fought like a cornered animal, tears streaming down her face, pouring every ounce of her soul into one last desperate plea for life.

But Heath's hand flattened against her chest.

All it would take was one shove, and she would plummet into the raging waters below, gone forever.