Sometimes she would try to flee a dozen times a day, but the man's torment was like a cat toying with a mouse, watching her

struggle just for amusement.

So, the initial dozen attempts dwindled to seven or eight, then to five or six, and eventually to twice a day.

Now, it had been a whole year since she last thought about escaping from this place, which was exactly what the man intended.

Cynthia listened to the man's voice, ignoring him.

But he continued, "Don't you want to know where your daughter is?"

At these words, Cynthia's eyelashes fluttered.

Her hand, which had been hanging by her side, twitched, and her gaze shifted to a fixed point.

The man's voice echoed in her head as if it were emanating from deep within her bones.

"Where is she?"

These days, she had only spoken one word, and that was the curt "Scram" she had told lan's man.

Her voice was very hoarse.

"She cto see you, tried to take you with her, but she's in over her head."

Cynthia's eyes were downcast, and it took a long tfor her to compromise, "Please let her be."

fell silent, as if even the

screen, his face filled with a

kept her safe

leaned back, her face

whether he would let

almost an hour,

did

arms and used the corner

"Does it hurt?"

didn't speak, just tilted

stopped in his tracks,

"Are you blaming me?"

"No."

in harm's

this, he strode

of blood and gunpowder

Island was chaotic, and that lan must have done a

She just felt heavy-hearted.

gentle, who, no matter what happened, would

face, and speak softly.

she

was greatly influenced by

grown up safely after Lillian had been gone for so

"lan, where is this?"

Dylan and Abner's men are waiting for us at the

I'm not

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