Chapter 97 CHAPTER 97 — THE RETURN

LEONARDO’S POV

The sound of the helicopter blades was deafening, but I was grateful for the noise. It meant I didn’t have to talk. I didn’t have to process anything. I just had to keep pressure on my wounded shoulder and let the paramedic do his job.

“Clean through-and-through,” the paramedic shou...

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