At that, Donovan's expression darkened instantly. He forced a dismissive reply. "People who aren't relevant don't need to know so much."
In his mind, everything that had happened to Giselle could be tracked back to Gideon. If she hadn't gotten so close to Gideon, she would never have been caught up in this nightmare.
Giselle knew exactly what he was thinking and couldn't be bothered to argue. All she wanted now was to get home, fix her phone, and let the world know she was still alive.
After another half a day of rest, she felt her body and mind had fully recovered and decided to leave the border city hospital.
Donovan had already sent someone to buy her a fresh set of clothes, a plain T-shirt and jeans, so she could walk out of the hospital dressed normally.
As she changed and moved toward the door, her gaze fell on a scrap of bloodstained fabric lying in the trash bin. She froze for a moment.
It was the piece Orin had torn from his own shirt to wrap her wound when they were fleeing through the woods. At the hospital, the doctor had cleaned and re-bandaged her injury, tossing the cloth aside without a thought.
The moment had long since passed, but the sight still pulled her back to that scene in the first place, when she'd shot him. Her heartbeat quickened for no clear reason.
But after only a few seconds, she shook it off and stepped out of the room.
Donovan's assistant had arranged transportation for their entire trip back.
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