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The night was chaos incarnate.

Maja couldn't fathom Patric's endgame, but the cacophony of blasts reverberating through the air was a clear indicator that he had

rigged explosives across multiple locations.

How much of Eric's memory had he assimilated? These bombs weren't bought; they were handcrafted by the man himself.

Eric was a prodigy with a penchant for the elemental, and for him, crafting bombs was a walk in the park.

Maja furrowed her brows, as she smelled the stench of blood undeniable in the air, mingling with the howls and wails that seemed

to ride the waves of the explosions.

Patric's move was merciless, not intended to spare anyone, even the Bradshaws.

She took a deep breath, but found the sulfur hanging heavy and acrid in the air made her stomach churn.

Patric held her close with one arm, while the other hastily wrapped a torn piece of cloth around his bleeding wound.

"Patric, where the hell are you taking me?" Maja's voice was tinged with a mix of fear and confusion.

Why stir up this hornet's nest?

If he wanted to get out, why not just team up with lan? After all, they had entered this mess together.

Why go to such lengths, planting bombs everywhere?

Was his plan to let lan die, to throw the Bradshaws into disarray, and to cause an uproar on Forbidden Island so as to make it

slipping away in the chaos?

And why take her along? If he had left her behind, he could already be in ssafe haven by now.

"Shut up!" Patric barked, as he hoisted her up and trudged forward.

The thick dust in the air choked him and made him cough a bit, and suddenly, faint footsteps caught his attention.

Then, a man's voice cut through the turmoil.

"Hand her over."

It was lan's voice.

half-convinced that

supposed to be at the Bradshaws' tonight, where the bombs were

could he

could see the

cloak, lan wielded a gun with

whizzed by earlier had

his face draining of

"Why are you here?"

bombs he'd set, there

lan

and the bullet stroke Patric in

grip failed, and Maja slipped from

lan caught her effortlessly.

still paralyzed, her lips quivering with

already wounded in the leg, now took a hit to the shoulder, but he felt no pain—all he did was

silent scrutiny.

they had entered Forbidden Island together; back

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short span to make Patric hate him this

securely, lan commanded

him. We leave now to pick up Oliver Porter, and then it's off to the South District Mental Hospital

"Understood, Mr. Raymond."

head of the Porter family

to get

nearly decimated, no one paid mind to

investigate

Inner Island would be licking its wounds, and too preoccupied to concern itself

that, lan had Patric's

him to his feet, but Patric could only glare at lan, consumed

by successfully turning Timothy and trapping the so-called elder and lan at

Bradshaws.

Island,