On a dimly lit evening in Middle Island, the streetlamps cast a weaker glow than usual, and Maja felt the unmistakable prickling sensation of being followed. She quickened her pace, her heart thumping in her chest as she ducked into an alleyway they had used for a hasty escape just the night before. She had intended to retrace her steps back to safety, but upon exiting the alley, she felt the cold touch of steel pressed against her forehead. The stalker’s voice was icy as the gun. “Come with us, Ms. Pennyfeather,” the man demanded. Maja had thought the route too hidden for anyone to find her, but she was wrong. Her gun was snatched away, her hands bound, and a blindfold draped over her eyes. She was led into a damp room where she was suspended by her wrists. “Where’s the Jellyfish Seal?” the voice interrogated. It didn’t sound like K’s men. K, with his arrogance, played with her like a cat with a mouse, never revealing his intentions so blatantly. But who else would know of her connection to the Jellyfish Seal? As she pondered, the crack of a whip shattered her concentration. She had suffered this torture before at the hands of K, the lashes followed by submersion in water, a pain far greater than what she was feeling now. Yet she stood silent, her head bowed, enduring. After twenty lashes, the man’s frustration boiled over, and he whipped her five more times. “Where is the Jellyfish Seal? Speak, and you earn your life!” A wry smile touched Maja’s lips. If she spoke, her value would vanish. Her clothes were torn, revealing a marred canvas of flesh and old scars. The man frowned and stormed out to call Quentin. “Mr. Gellar, the woman won’t talk. Twenty whips and she’s still silent.” Most men would have passed out by now, but Maja remained conscious. Quentin was impressed by her resilience. He leaned back, a smile flickering across his face. He knew exactly what to do next. Two hours later, the door to the chamber swung open. Maja’s blindfold was

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face with a bucket of water. Quentin stirred, and upon seeing Maja suspended, panic flashed across his face. “Maja, are you alright?” Her lips cracked and parched from the torture, she felt an unbearable heat coursing through her body. “I’m fine.” “That’s impossible. Look at you,” Quentin said, his eyes surveying her tattered clothes. He knew the capability of his men; they could maximize pain without taking a life. Maja couldn’t die—not until they had the Jellyfish Seal. “Quentin, really, I’m okay. What are you doing here?” “I was worried when you didn’t return, and that idiot kept asking about you. I went out looking and then.” Maja sighed. Now they were both caught, leaving clueless Patric alone in the tent. Patric wouldn’t stay put, and if he wandered off, finding him would be a nightmare. “I’m sorry, Maja.” “It’s not your fault.” Before another word could be exchanged,

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