Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 53

**TITLE: Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane**

Nyla bit her lip with such ferocity that it felt as if she might draw blood, desperately trying to suppress the scream that clawed at her throat. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with fear and adrenaline.

Lucia’s smirk widened, a cruel twist of satisfaction forming on her lips as she reveled in Nyla’s anguish. “Didn’t think you were this tough,” she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery. “Let’s see how long you can last under pressure.”

With a menacing glint in her eye, Lucia raised the knife once more, its blade glinting ominously as it pointed directly at Nyla’s heart.

Just as the cold steel was about to pierce her skin, a sudden, sharp pain shot through Lucia’s wrist, causing her to gasp in shock as the knife clattered to the ground, its threat momentarily neutralized.

Staring down at the dart embedded in her wrist, disbelief washed over Lucia’s features. Her eyes darted up, only to catch sight of a figure racing towards her. Panic surged within her, and she instinctively bent to reclaim her weapon, but before she could react, a powerful kick sent her sprawling backward. She hit the ground with a bone-jarring thud, blood spilling from her mouth as darkness began to creep in at the edges of her vision, pulling her into unconsciousness.

Spencer, having swiftly dispatched Lucia, kicked the knife far from her reach before rushing to Nyla’s side. “Ms. Jayston, are you okay?” he asked, concern etched on his face.

Nyla’s heart surged with surprise at the sight of Spencer. She had never anticipated his arrival, nor did she understand how he had managed to find her in such a dire situation.

Relief flooded through her, and as she looked into Spencer’s eyes, gratitude overwhelmed her. Without his timely intervention, she knew she would have met a grim fate at Lucia’s hands.

“Thank you, Mr. Hogg,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, strained from the pain and blood loss.

Spencer, ever modest, cast a quick glance over his shoulder at Damon, who stood nearby, radiating a chilling aura that seemed to freeze the air around him.

“Mr. Sumner, I’ll go subdue Lucia,” Spencer stated, his tone firm.

“Go ahead,” Damon replied coolly, his voice devoid of any warmth.

Once Spencer had dashed off, Nyla turned her gaze to Damon, her mouth opening to speak. But before she could utter a word, he bent down and effortlessly lifted her into his arms.

A gasp escaped her lips, and instinctively, she felt the urge to wrap her arms around his neck. But she hesitated, suddenly acutely aware of her dirty, injured hands.

“Mr. Sumner, I appreciate your help, but I can walk on my own. Please, just put me down,” she insisted, her voice trembling slightly.

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