Chapter 82 How Oliver Survived Death
- Uncle Vix’s question struck deeper than he knew. For the first time, Oliver’s mind wavered, drifting away from the burning present.
- How did I survive?
- He shouldn’t have. He couldn’t have. Uncle Vix had fired relentlessly, bullet after bullet until his body was supposed to have drawn its final breath. By all logic, Oliver should have died that night. And yet—here he stood.