Freya's face was a canvas of bruises and blood, the imprint of a slap stark against her skin. The female prisoner glared at her with venom in her eyes. "I'm asking you one more time. Are you going to confess or not? If you don't, I swear I'll break your hands so bad that you

won't ever be able to hold a pen again!"

"Go ahead... try me..." A defiant smile played on Freya's lips despite the threat, which fueled the prisoner's rage.

"Fine, you asked for it!"

Just as the prisoner raised her hand to deliver another blow, Kieran's furious voice echoed through the space, "Stop right there!"

The prisoner froze, turning to see Kieran, dressed sharply in a suit, striding toward them with a stormy look.

Bob struggled to unlock the cell, letting Kieran get in.

was slumped in the corner, barely conscious, her clothes torn, her body marred with wounds, her right hand

he turned to the prisoner and hissed, "Who told you

die, it's fine?" the

since when did we resort to such

Kieran had cradled Freya in his arms, rushing her

saw how bad

supposed to be an interrogation. How did it

to the hospital,

hurried to

You were supposed to follow orders, not... That is beyond

silent, realizing the gravity of their

Medical Center, Kieran gently placed Freya on a hospital bed, anxiously watching the doctors take her into surgery. His heart was

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