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"Who's left?" I whispered, unravelling our embrace and moving away from him.

The rope went into my chest, binding me so that I couldn't breathe properly. What he said was not a good thing. No matter how much he wanted to make our lives safe.

Sebastian's eyes looked at me intensely, firmly, and sharply. Showing the horror that was sleeping lazily inside him. I swallowed. Those invisible claws were gnawing at my back again.

"Your friend," he replied coldly. "Killian."

"What did he do that was so bad?" I asked, stammering.

"Would you still defend him if I told you?"

"I don't know," I replied softly, shaking my head. I didn't have a clue about the reasons why Sebastian was targeting Killian. Why did he want Killian to die so badly? Was it just business? Was it natural?

Yeah, I shouldn't have to ask again. It's natural. Natural for Sebastian, whose hands were already covered in blood.

Sebastian's features turned relaxed as he said, "You'll find out later." He said. "When your memory has rec