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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?"

Maja opened up, she saw the woman holding out a

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arrived, the woman had kept her distance. Now, with lan away, she was at the

woman nodded, her gaze drifting to the window, "I've seen him at the

taken aback, "Does he know

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

woman's demeanor turned icy as she leaned back, her slender fingers twirling

bloom into

those combat pits by choice;

the second person to

she hesitated, glancing at Maja,

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

seemed she'd already figured

her eyes, "Yes, he was the first. I've kept tabs on him

the person you were looking for would be him. He might

about lan's tin the combat pits, but becoming a leader there as a

of pain - pain

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

alone.

cto prevent him from doing just that - worried that he might get into

even if

the Sanders

wrist was adorned with a small jade bead, threaded on a red string.