He Is a Liar
They had no ess to Evoloid, so they could only rely on zombie gleamstones–raw, brutal, and primitive -to force their evolution.
And once they started down that road, there was no turning back.
They never had another option–only forward, and no choice but to keep going
Until everything breaks down.
“But we’ve found <b>that </b><b>pain </b>helps ease the symptoms. Sage rolled up <b>his </b>other sleeve.
The <b>skin </b>on that arm was a mess of scars–<b>knife </b><b>wounds</b>, bite marks, jagged lines where the flesh had torn and healed badly.
There wasn’t a single patch of unbroken skin.
“By the way.” Sage asked suddenly, “when you cook them… you really don’t get any side effects?”
Theresa met his eyes and thought for a second. “It’s definitely better than eating them raw.”
Sage’s bright eyes softened with gratitude. “I can’t thank you enough. If we hadn’t run into you, we’d still be trapped in Crestmont. <b>And </b>if we couldn’t get out.. we’d all be dead by now<b>.</b>”
“Don’t say <b>that</b>. You guys are incredible.”
Sage shook his head. “Ms. Hall, you probably don’t know what it was like in our camp. We were trapped in the city, and none of us got a full night’s sleep. We were desperate to get out, to find other camps, rebuild some kind of order–something we could rely on together.”
He looked up at her then, and for the first time, the gentle, harmless light in his eyes flickered with raw vulnerability. “Can you help us <b>a </b>little more? Get us out of here.”
That look hit Theresa right in the chest.
It felt painfully familiar.
She took a deep breath, pulled on her most sincere expression, and gave a firm nod.
“Don’t worry. As long as I’m here, I’ll help you.
She didn’t hesitate. Her voice rang with confidence. Sage’s soft smile deepened, warm enough to drown in. “I knew you were <b>a </b>good person, Ms. Hall.”
“I told you–we’re allies. If I don’t help you, who else would? Let’s get some rest. Tomorrow, I’ll figure out how to get more of your people our
Sage nodded. “You go ahead. I’ll finish thesest few cigarettes.”
Theresa didn’t <b>linger</b>. She turned and walked back toward the camp.
Behind her, she <b>heard </b>the quiet flick of a lighter. Sage sat there, cigarette between his lips, watching her go. His smile slowly widened.
Theresa had justin down on her bedding when a shadow loomed over her.
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Chapter 311 He Is a <b>Liar </b>
“You’re still up<b>?</b>”
Quentin dropped down beside her, voice low and smoky. “How am I supposed to sleep without you?”
“Get lost,” she muttered, pping him away.
But the moment her hand <b>touched </b>him, he grabbed it and held tight.
“Beautiful,” he said softly, “don’t tell me you’re being dumb again.”
She frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You actually believe that guy?”
His usual yful tone was gone. Now, his gaze was deadly serious.
Theresa narrowed her eyes. “Do you have some brilliant insight you’re dying to share?”
Quentin nced at the flickering light behind the trees, then leaned in and whispered in her ear, low enough that only she could hear, “He’s a liar.
“Remember this, any guy who shows you his wounds and asks for help is ying you. He’s got an angle. Don’t trust him.”
Chapter 312 He Was Sharp as Ever