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Chapter 55 She Comes Clean

The dark night stretched above like a heavy curtain.

Jean kept her head low, trying to avoid the harsh glare from the flashlights shining in her face.

She didn’t say a word, but inside, she was on edge.

The men in black were dragging her out of the woods, no hesitation, no mercy–and the one who said he’d come for her still hadn’t shown up.

Suddenly-

A strange sound rustled through the trees. Something was moving fast across the forest floor, brushing against leaves and twigs with sharp, slicing whispers.

It was getting closer.

And then–like a lightning bolt out of nowhere–a streak of black shot into view, so fast it blurred into a phantom.

No one could see what it really was Just a blur. Just a shadow,

Jean’s heart stopped. Her whole body went rigid.

She watched, wide–eyed, as a scream tore through the air–sharp, abrupt, terrifying.

One of the guards–a tall, broad–shouldered man–was taken down in a blink.

The rest of them froze.

These were seasoned men, the kind used to blood and violence. But even they were shaken by what they’d just seen.

The danger was sudden. Overwhelming. Like a predator had just stepped into the field and made it very clear who the real apex was

And it wasn’t them.

The shadow didn’t stop.

It moved like death incarnate–silent, brutal, fast.

Fists cracked bones. Kicks sent men flying. In the dark, his limbs were like knives. Quick. Cruel. Precise.

They never stood a chance.

One by one, they hit the dirt, groaning, helpless.

Jean was the only one left standing.

She blinked

Then, the blur was in front of her.

Up close, she could see a flash of hair swaying in the night wind.

The boy crouched down, and his voice–cool and crisp like mint–drifted into her ears.

“Gel on”

Jean froze.

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effortlessly, like she weighed nothing at

trees like a wolf, wild and fast. The forest blurred behind

face into the side of his neck, arms tight around his

didn’t know how

know how they

thing she saw was

signs glowing in the

They were out.

They were free.

Finished

her down on a sleek black motorcycle that

action movie.

mouth parted slightly

up and gently fit a helmet

she was made of glass. Like

let him.

through the helmet.

“You

say. But she

something, she began slowly,

stood tall in front of her. She was

it?” he

Almost too black to be real. They made his skin look

know what happened,” she said. “But I woke up one day, and it was like a

said it

going to

she first landed in this world, she thought knowing the plot of the book was enough to

But she’d been wrong

barely knew anything. Abyssal Choir. Ludwig. The host’s

all a

blanks. Too many things the host

if she wanted a real shot–she had to know

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beat him

her cards on the

Ludwig

was a flicker of emotion in

Jean nodded.

Finished

you before because I was nervous,” she said softly. “But now,

made up on

it that way to make it sound believable. To get his

him think her memory loss was real–and that she was still the same Jean, just missing a few files

otherwise–if he even thought she wasn’t the real

She was dead meat

in five different

Jean’s heart was pounding

Ludwig said nothing.

her–unmoving, unreadable, eyes locked onto

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