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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?”

girl… What did

Quinlyn, thinking she was Barrow’s new sidekick,

the big man threw Quinlyn into the arena, the crowd felt a chill and feared

won’t make it through the night.”

last an

“Ten minutes!”

with excitement. People who had talked to Quinlyn or given her candy now watched her

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

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

die. Even in her

blood, Quinlyn ignored her injuries and attacked, stabbing it in the neck with

in pain, then whimpered and

several seconds

she turned the

put in a new

dogs were

before, yet tonight, everyone witnessed the impossible

night deepened, the crowd’s voices grew hoarse, with

despite the mounting pile of dead dogs

the dog–death limit for today. Can’t

further matches

but tactics. After killing the first dog, she used it as bait to lure and kill the second and third, and later used Harriet’s white dress to blind and slay more.