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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 steaming bow!

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her distance. Now, with lan away, she was

window, "I've seen him at the underground combat

taken aback, "Does

recognize me, I'm sure I'd seem familiar to

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

seemed to bloom into a flower in

no offense, but I feel a connection with you. I wasn't in those combat pits by choice; I was sold into them, like a

beasts just to survive. I was the second person to make it out alive in

at Maja, unsure

calm, her expression cool and

already figured

her eyes, "Yes, he

for would be him. He might not recognize me, but he'd find

lan's tin the combat pits, but

share of pain - pain that only lan

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

alone.

worried that he

in the scity, even if just lingering in

the Sanders family

with a small jade bead, threaded on a red