The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 423

The blast hurled Laura off the cliff. She blacked out before she even knew her body was wedged between jagged rocks jutting out from the cliff face.

Rain poured down, cold and merciless, drenching her from head to toe. When she finally forced her eyes open, everything was a blur. Thunderous explosions echoed overhead. A helicopter’s rotors chopped through the storm.

Light from the chopper’s spotlight sliced through the rain, falling right into her eyes. Instead of stinging, it actually made her open them wider.

She lifted her hand and stared at it. The rain had washed away the powder stains left by the gunfire. Maybe once she was clean, she could pretend like none of this had actually happened.

But where was Franco?

She remembered the explosion. She’d thrown herself toward him, and then they’d both tumbled from the edge together.

Looking up, she realized how far she was from the top of the cliff. She braced herself on the rocks and tried to peer into the dark, endless drop below. The wind at her back was icy, pushing up from the abyss and making her blood run cold.

Had Franco fallen? Had Petty? The thought sent a hollow ache through her chest.

Above, the helicopter swooped lower, coming closer. She couldn’t tell if it was Franco’s or Abbot’s.

If it was Abbot, that might be her only chance. Abbot wanted what she had. He’d definitely save her for it. But if it was Franco’s helicopter, if she was spotted, she’d be dragged straight back to that nightmare.

She couldn’t let that happen. If Franco was dead, then what was the point of surviving?

But maybe he had survived. Franco always had a knack for getting out of impossible situations. Every time she thought he was done for, he managed to beat the odds.

This had to be one of those times.

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