Chapter 88 One More Step And She's Dead

• "Alexander!" Isabel gasped, feeling half relief, half disbelief.
• Alexander landed at the far end of the deck, he rose to his full height, the headset still clamped over his ears, eyes bloodshot. Dressed in black pants and with rolled-up sleeves, his veins ran like cords along his forearms. He looked like someone who had faced death and returned victorious.
• Lucien’s men stiffened the moment they saw him, their fingers curled around their weapons. One man’s hand trembled just enough for the barrel of his rifle to twitch; another swiped a lone bead of sweat from his temple. The air became heavier now.