o
he first t
that brushed against
tling into my bones like
, my vision struggling to adj
the faint smell of metal and som
s a c
e back in pieces. The drink, the d
the sharp pull around
ropes digging into my skin just enough to remind m
t random. This was planned. A
d with frustration.
ove this fast," Marcus said,
ew. It was sharper and colde
yes barely open as I listened. "They
t the leverag
d. Killed. Not
t, pushing past the shock, past the confusion
he has it," Marcus went on
't, then what? We
t, irritated exhale. "No. I'l
but the sound of his footsteps e
ys wake up faste
tood a few feet away, his phone stil
like the man I
me cracked but I
pite the ropes cutting into
dy. Marcus tilted his head slightl
it was going
lt worse. "You
d faintly, but h
tepping closer, "it was never going to
y it," I snapped, the an
there and act like this
ps. "Betrayal?" he echoed. "T
. "What is that s
laugh, but there
do you?" he said, runnin
end I didn't know who you were, to pretend I didn't see
nd then there was him." My che
me made something unea
uieter now. "I watched you try to build someth
t's
t in sharply.
was heavy and uncomfortable. "You ca
t ni
eath
ce?" he continued. "You
chest but it was quick
me," I shot back. "You don
at that. Like he was thinking
d to happen like thi
supposed to happe
that told me everything. My stom
my voice
he air between us. For a m
breath. "That's the pro
ed painfully. "I wasn't sup
job. A way in. A
ed onto mine.
soften anything.
it changes anything," I said q
d again. "I didn
"There's always a choice." Not in
followed felt hea
d closer. "Whe
n't r
ing about," he added, h
The password. The key t
in line. "I don't know wh
rrowed. "Do
peated. The lie sat
I would never give it
ad expected that answer. Then he
footsteps followed. My chest tightened
They were my father's men. The
od guard at tha
me went cold. "Mo
eny it. "Last c
er I had once felt for him
iet but final.
get hit, you'll know w
e and then, the f
ugh to snap my h
, but I didn't make a sound.
y body rocked with the force, the cha
d on the ropes, on the p
ents my father had drilled
Nyra. Control your mind,
red the sting, ignored
for a second, then
p and dangerous settled in
and then the
sitate. The moment the next man
his wrist, twisting shar
is grip, and I caught
hen a third. The sound echoed th
ilence
ven try. He just stood there, s
ed slowly, the gun steady in
y body ached. But my mind
until I stood righ
as I aimed directly at his ch
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