Felicity had always been part of the game, even if she never realized it herself.

But up until now, they'd managed to keep her safe.

Now she was in Cossio's hands.

The very thought of it made Mila's blood boil.

What in God's name were those two men thinking?

"Forcing the enemy out of hiding," Forrest said suddenly. "They're probably running out of patience. Besides, even if Cossio is here, it's not easy for him to pin down a location. If Felicity is too well protected, the other side will just grow more cautious... Loosening the guard a bit might actually give us an opening."

It was a risky move, though.

One wrong step and the whole plan would collapse.

It would all come down to who reacted faster.

Mila covered her face with both hands, then let them slide up to clutch the garland atop her head, her knuckles turning white. She gritted her teeth. "I get it. But what if we can't get her back?"

What if something goes wrong again?

There were so many uncertainties.

This was pure gambling-sheer recklessness!

No one seemed to care about Felicity's safety at all.

A bunch of cold-hearted bastards!

worry as she might, Mila had no choice. She could only start combing through the surveillance footage, checking the guest list for anyone suspicious, hoping for a lead... To whisk

were totally

all they could

...

dipped low in

snaked along a winding mountain road, its tires gripping the

the vehicle, silence

expressionless, icy and remote. But what truly seemed out of place was the delicate, pale woman lying limply in his arms, her skin so translucent it

"...Mmm."

sound escaped

blinked awake, her gaze childlike and pure,

devastatingly handsome features... It took her a long moment to realize she was lying in a stranger's arms. No, not a complete

what was

head was

skull, as though she'd been

pressed gently against her aching temple. As the man leaned

breathed it in, the pain in her head softened, enough for her to let out a shaky breath. Her hand,

...That scent.

The man's voice was low, deep, right by her

Conrad?" The words tumbled out, panic rising, and she tried to pull

escaping.

her waist, holding her firmly against him.

and for a

angel, have

Little angel?

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