Chapter Hundred and Seven
As they turned off the main road, she directed.
"Left," Asli muttered, her voice faint but firm.
Markus glanced at her, catching the way her hand pressed tighter against her side. More blood soaked through her shirt now... darker, heavier. He didn't argue. He turned.
Asli was human too.
She pointed with a jerk of her chin toward a lit sign just ahead, its flickering red cross buzzing weakly against the night.
"Park," she whispered, already pushing the door open before the car had fully stopped.
She staggered out, boots scraping gravel, her fingers still clamped over the wound. Her back was straight, and her jaw set, each step pulled tight with purpose.
.Markus followed her. Why didn't she use her Villa's doctors?
The clinic door creaked as she pushed it open. Inside, the place smelled like antiseptic and rust. No nurses at the desk. Just humming fluorescent lights and the ticking of a distant wall clock.
She did not wait for assistance.
