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**NINA**Waking up felt like being buried alive.The sheets were satin, the air perfumed and still, but my chest was tight, lungs burning with panic. My hands immediately flew to my belly.Still there.Still safeMy limbs were heavy, too heavy. My thoughts lagged behind my body like they were trying to swim through mud. I sat up too fast. The room swam.And then I saw a woman.Seated in a high-backed chair at the end of the bed like a queen on her throne. Legs crossed, red lipstick perfect, a silk robe the color of blood pooling around her. Her nails were long, glossy, sharp. She didn’t blink.“Oh, good. You’re awake.”I scrambled back, one hand on my belly, the other gripping the sheets like I could somehow tear my way out.“Where am I?” My throat was dry. My words cracked.“Safe,” she said, smiling like a shark. “For now.”I scanned the room. No doors. No windows. Just a heavy curtain draped across one wall. Mirrors framed in gold. A tray of untouched food—fruit, cheese, something
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KANEWe found the Sanctuary on a hill. It was built with steel and glass and had strong security and advanced surveillance systems.“She really went full Bond villain with this one,” Kendrick muttered beside me, crouched low in the tall grass just outside the perimeter fence.I didn’t reply.I was already scanning patterns—guard rotations, light sweeps, and camera angles. One mistake and we’d be spotted. And if we were spotted, Nina would pay the price.So we wouldn’t be.I flicked my wrist.Jammer—on.The cameras twitched, froze, blinked out. Fifteen minutes. We moved.Over the fence. Through the trees. Immediately, my foot hit the ground; I moved swiftly to my first victim. I crept towards the unsuspecting man's back and then his body trembled, shoulders jerking up a bit as he fearfully turned towards me, noticing my presence behind him. His mouth opened, ready to alert the other guards lurking in the distance, but it was already too late. My fist was already wrapped tightly aroun
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**KANE** Miss Carie stood silhouetted against the storm-lashed sky, her black coat billowing like the wings of some great carrion bird. The guards flanking her were no ordinary mercenaries—they were hers, cold-eyed and still as statues, rifles locked onto our center mass. No twitch. No wasted movement. Professionals. And behind her— Nina.Tied to that damned chair, her bare feet dangling over the abyss. The rope around her wrists had bitten into her skin, leaving angry red marks. Her dress—the same soft blue one she’d worn the morning they took her—fluttered in the gale, the fabric snapping like a flag in the wind. But it was her eyes that cut deepest. The way they found mine, not with fear, but with a quiet, furious promise. I’m still here—alive. And that was all I needed. Miss Carie followed my gaze and smiled. “You always did have a type,” she mused, stepping closer to Nina. Her gloved hand trailed along Nina’s shoulder, possessive. “Soft. Sweet. Breakable. Do as I say, kneel
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