Chapter 10 - Unspoken Truths
In the quiet hours following the raid, the clinic was transformed into a temporary recovery ward. While her medical staff tended to the injured guards, Clara sat across from Victor in her private office, cleaning a superficial graze on his arm with a damp antiseptic pad.
The clinical distance between them felt increasingly fragile. For months, they had existed in worlds defined by violence and survival, yet in this sterile room, they found a strange sense of peace.
"You should have left the city when I gave you the chance," Victor murmured, his deep voice breaking the heavy silence.
"And let them destroy everything I built?" Clara looked up, meeting his gaze directly. "In the Narrows, nobody gets a clean escape, Victor. We only get to choose what we fight for."
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Victor reached out, his warm, calloused fingers gently brushing against her cheek for a brief second before pulling back. The gesture spoke volumes, bridging the immense chasm between their dangerous realities.
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