His Apathy, Her Freedom's Dawn

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cutting into my wrists and ankles. Below me, a dizzying height. Beside me, swaying p

cold, calculating edge, cut through the din. "Axel Flynn! Your choice. Her," th

The final act. He would choose

ot in a position to make demands." He didn't even acknow

d brutal, swarmed the masked figures. Gunshots.

eyes, for a fleeting moment, landed on me. Then, they darte

Alicia. "Low

w it. Right up until the e

w subdued, blurted out, "She hired us! The one still

t been released from his isolation room, half-starved, half-mad. How cou

A flash of chilling certainty. He didn't eve

rms. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a cold, hard

almost imperceptible smirk. A flicker of triumph.

aring and intense, shot through my body. Before I could even register the agony, a flurry of kicks and punc

elf from the blows. I couldn't scream. Couldn't move. All I could feel was

ght, raw and primal, echoed in my mind. I regre

to die. This was it. T

ered window, painting the grimy room with a fr

ket, buzzed. A notification. Your divo

n't dead. And I was free. Free from Axel, free fr

w York, Axel, the Boones, the Flynns – all of it was a bitte

e, strained and irritable, pi

ng now? Running away? Are you tryin

es. "What do y

he's willing to let bygones be bygones. She even wants you to come to

Solidarity? After she stole my company, ha

my voice trembling with suppressed rage. "Are you out of

t be dramatic. It's for the best. It shows unity. Yo

bitter smile on my lips. "Are you afraid I'll tell the

er now, almost pleading. "Emerson, just...

e boomed over the intercom. "Flight BA

anded, his voice sharp wi

," I said, my voice light, a

mediate, flashed through him

s voice tight with desperation. "Find he

sudden, chaotic roar. My flight wa

s chaos. Protesters. Dozens of them, chanting, holding signs. "Thie