She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 1307:

Then the interrogator leaned in, his voice low and sly. “If you want to save that hostage, I will give you a chance.”

Her breath hitched, her heart pounding. A chance? She stared into his eyes, searching for truth, her thoughts a tangled storm.

“Pick one of your teammates to die,” he said, his words sharp as a blade.

The command jolted her back to clarity.

Her mind steadied, the pieces clicking into place.

“What do you say?” the interrogator pressed.

“Is this the second evaluation?” she asked, her voice calm. In that instant, clarity surged through her like a jolt. Her mind, no longer clouded, began stitching the fragments together.

From the beginning, the plan had unfolded with unnerving precision—flawless in execution, almost too perfect to question.

the cutthroat criminals they pretended to be—desperate, dangerous,

the wind, dragging the hostage with them, leaving

window of escape, especially with elite reinforcements likely converging already. She had

briefest instant before slipping back behind the veil of indifference. But Freya saw through the charade. She eased

he could not keep

arms, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “How did you know?” he asked. “The captain and the others planned

her lips twitching.

slackened. “A guess?” The word was a curse in

starts at g Ɐ

man stepped inside, plainclothed, hair mussed, blending into the shadows like he belonged there.

steps measured, and repeated the interrogator’s

you figure

interrogator’s subtle flinch, the way his posture

was no ordinary