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Quinlyn was yanked from the vehicle, the gunstock smashing against her forehead with a resounding crack.

Her vision immediately turned crimson. A hulking man kicked her, then bent to snatch the document case from her arms. “Barrow, the goods are here.”

Barrow took it, patted the case, and sighed. “Without real stuff, we couldn’t flush you out, Quinn.” This was the first time he’d used her codename, a nod to her skills.

Quinlyn’s head spun. Leaning against the car to slow her bleeding, she asked, “What did I do wrong?”

Barrow was reluctant to see her calm. “You did nothing wrong. I knew you were an informant from the start. Josh’s last call was to me. He mentioned betrayal and a ‘kid.‘ The killer also reported a child at the scene.

“You may noy know, but Josh always spoke highly of you during border deals. When I saw you, I connected it to his death. Coincidentally, you weren’t at school when he died.”

In the information age, anything could be uncovered. Quinlyn had been invisible on the border, but once registered in the city, she became visible.

“But Josh was right–you’re a promising talent. Why oppose us?” Barrow asked.

Quinlyn lowered her eyes, silent.

Barrow mounted his horse. “Send her to the dog–fighting arena.” He rode off without a backward glance.

Quinlyn was dragged back to the village. Bill and the others, now sober, glared at her and kicked her away.

As they moved to attack further, the henchman stopped them. “Barrow wants her sent to the arena, not killed here.” Bill, though furious, had to restrain himself. Seeing her bloodied and struggling to rise, he gritted his teeth and went to Barrow to confess.

He had been merely a pawn in the scheme, completely in the dark.

Many women doing laundry saw Quinlyn being dragged into the village. They stared, wanting to help but being held back by companions, watching through windows with worry.

The dog–fighting arena had an extra match tonight.

“Really? Great! The last woman died too quickly, it was boring. Who’s next?”

the heck, isn’t that the new girl… What

they recognized Quinlyn, thinking she was Barrow’s new sidekick, only to

arena, the crowd felt a chill

dollars she won’t make it

last an hour.”

“Ten minutes!”

excitement. People who had talked to Quinlyn or given her candy now watched her like cattle, eager

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reeked of blood from the last match. Quinlyn was glad, as her own bloodied state would otherwise make her the dogs‘

body was dragged out. The two had arrived together and were now

her last moment,

ignored her injuries and

The dog howled in pain, then whimpered and

were stunned. After several seconds of silence,

she turned

Quick, put in a new dog!”

seemed that the fight would never end. New dogs were constantly released, forcing Quinlyn into relentless

had ever defeated a dog before, yet tonight, everyone witnessed the impossible

hoarse, with some even cheering for

of dead dogs in

in to halt the match. “We’ve hit the dog–death

further

as bait to lure and kill the second and