The Barter Novel Sierra and Xavier

---- mounting as he tried to balance her weight with his single leg.

Guards! he barked.noveldrama

Help me carry her! No one moved.

Fear rooted them in place, their eyes flicking between Alecias bloodied form and the monster's remains.

You cowards! Damien roared, his voice echoing with fury.

She's not a threat! Help me, dammit! Still, they hesitated.

Alecias body slipped further from his grasp, and he cursed under his breath He is loosing her dammit.

Why wouldn't anyone help him! ---- Chapter 489 Chapter 489 Just as he thought he would drop her, a steady hand reached out, supporting her weight Let me, Commander, said Scout, stepping forward with unwavering resolve.

He effortlessly lified Alecia into his arms.

Damien felt relieved, he nodded, his jaw tight.

Get her to the medics.

Now.

The medical tent was no sanctuary.

Scout laid Alecia on the table, but the doctors didnt move.

They hovered at a safe distance, their expressions wary and filled with disgust and fear.

She's losing blood, Damien growled, his voice like thunder.

Patch her up One of the doctors stepped forward, but stopped short.

Apologies, Commander, but shes contagious.

You ---- should move back Get the fuck out! Damien's voice cracked like a whip, silencing the room Now! But Tsaid out! The tent emptied in seconds, leaving only Damien and Alecia His gaze swept over her, taking in the claw marks that marred her chest and blossom, the deep gashes along her legs.

He exhaled slowly, trying to steady his trembling hands.

He needs to do this himself.

Scout, he said, his tone softer but no less firm.

You too.

Leave.

Scout hesitated.

Commander" Don't argue with me.

Go.

---- With a reluctant bow, Scout stepped out, leaving Damien alone with her.

He zipped the tent shut and approached the table.

His fingers trembled as they tore through the blood-soaked fabric of her shirt and bra, revealing the full extent of her wounds.

He worked quickly, cleaning and stitching each cut with care.

Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, her face pale but peaceful as she hovered on the edge of consciousness.

When she stirred an hour later, he was wrapping the last bandage.

Her hazel eyes fluttered open, locking onto his face.

You're awake, Stalker, he said, his voice rough but gentle.

Does it hurt anywhere? She managed a faint smile, her voice weak but teasing.

Not while you're here.

His lips quirked in a rare chuckle, but his expression quickly sobered.