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Walter propped against his chin, glancing between lan and Dylan before his gaze finally settled on Maja, who was lounging on the

couch.

The air was thick with an unspoken tension among the trio, but he couldn't afford to dwell on it now.

lan had laid out the plan: they were making their move tonight, and that meant Walter needed to get his head in the game.

In the room, Dylan turned to Walter, "You're with me. Watch your six."

Walter couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile, "Relax, I've got it."

As lan stepped outside, he scooped Maja up and carried her off to bed for srest. Maja slept soundly, undisturbed by the

movement, but it was the distant sound of an explosion during the night that jolted her awake. She scrambled out of bed and

rushed to the living room.

The men were gone, and a wave of unease washed over her. At the door, she noticed a note under the light switch - a message

from lan.

"Stay put, I'll be back soon."

She exhaled in relief, but then a knock on the door startled her. It was the woman from next door.

"Maja, you up?"

opened up, she saw the woman holding out a

haven't had your dinner yet,

at the dining table. "You know lan, don't you?" Maja inquired. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in

her

drifting to the window, "I've seen him at the underground combat pit in North

taken aback,

doesn't recognize me, I'm sure I'd seem familiar

she leaned back, her slender fingers twirling a sharp dagger - a

into a flower in

a connection with you. I wasn't in those combat pits by choice; I was sold into them, like a slave,

was the second person to make

hesitated, glancing at Maja, unsure whether to

voice was calm, her expression cool and composed, "The first one

seemed she'd already

he was the first. I've kept tabs on him since

the person you were looking for would be him. He might not recognize me, but he'd find

lan's tin the combat pits,

share of pain - pain that only lan

past. Especially in front of those he cared about, he preferred to

alone.

- worried that he might

being in the scity, even if just lingering in the shadows, was

the Sanders family

bead, threaded on a red