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.

not sit right. If these people were truly the cutthroat criminals they pretended to be—desperate, dangerous, cornered—why waste

they should have vanished into the wind, dragging the hostage with them, leaving only blood

they hesitated only narrowed their window of escape, especially with elite reinforcements likely converging already. She had voiced the question—carefully, clearly—watching

back behind the veil of indifference. But Freya saw through the charade. She eased back, letting the truth

he could not keep


did you know?” he asked. “The captain and the others

her lips twitching. “Just

“A guess?” The word was a curse in their world, a reckless

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hair mussed, blending into the shadows like he belonged there. Michael’s earlier words about the

steps measured,

did you figure it

interrogator’s subtle flinch, the way his

man was

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