로그인Armando's POVI woke to an empty room and a stack of missed calls on my phone. Griggs. Okoro. And mostly, my assistant.For a moment, I stared at the screen, still struggling to shake off the heaviness of sleep. Then I noticed the time, and unease began to grow in my chest.Zahara should still be here.I called the nurse, hoping she would tell me something different from what my mind was beginning to fear. But her response confirmed what my instincts had already begun to tell me.Mrs. Ivas had checked herself out early that morning, hours before I woke. She had been considered well enough to leave and had signed the necessary discharge papers, leaving only a brief note for the attending physician.No message for me.I lowered the phone slowly, my fingers tightening around it. Even after everything that had happened, a part of me had expected to wake up and find her nearby. Perhaps sitting beside my bed or resting in the chair, waiting for me to open my eyes.Instead, she had left.I p
Zahara's POVThe hospital kept both of us overnight for observation.Armando was in a private room down the hall from mine. His injuries were minor, and the doctors expected him to be discharged by morning. Mine were mostly scrapes and bruises, nothing serious enough to require more than rest.But rest was the one thing I couldn't seem to get.I lay awake for most of the night, staring at the ceiling and replaying our conversation in the ambulance. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him throwing himself in front of me. I remembered the sound of the gunshot, the sight of him falling, and the terrible moment when I thought I might lose him.My fingers curled into the bedsheet.I had been so afraid that night. Not just because he had been shot, but because I had suddenly understood how much I stood to lose.A nurse checked on me sometime near dawn. She examined my injuries, confirmed that they were superficial, and reminded me to get some rest. I thanked her and waited until she left bef
Zahara's POVThe ambulance ride felt strangely quiet after everything that had happened in the clearing.The siren was no longer as loud, and the steady hum of the engine filled the space between us. Occasionally, the paramedic's radio crackled, but otherwise, there was little noise.Armando lay on the narrow gurney beside me, his side properly bandaged. His eyes were tired, but he was still alert, watching me with the same steady attention he had given me throughout the night.I had barely said anything since we left the clearing.My hands rested in my lap, the scrapes across my palms stinging whenever I moved my fingers. I kept looking at them, but I wasn't really seeing them.All I could see was Armando running towards that man. The weapon turning towards him. Then a gunshot.I remembered the way my breath had caught when I saw the man raise his weapon at him. Then I had watched Armando fall, and for one terrible moment, I had thought I was about to lose him."You have gone quiet,"
Armando's POVThe shout from the tree line grew louder. I turned towards the sound, trying to shift into a better position without putting too much pressure on my injured side. The movement sent a sharp sting through the wound, and I tightened my jaw, refusing to let the pain distract me.Zahara's fingers tightened around mine as she also turned towards the sound.A moment later, two of Griggs's men emerged from the darkness, dragging a struggling figure between them.Arthur Wolfson.His expensive clothes were torn and covered in dirt. His hair was dishevelled, and the calm, calculated expression he had worn earlier was gone. He struggled against the men's grip, twisting his arms as they forced him towards the clearing."We got him," one of them called out. "He tried to make it to a second vehicle hidden further down the access road, but he did not make it that far."A breath I had not realised I was holding escaped my lungs.For several seconds, I simply watched them bring him closer
Armando's POVI saw her fall before I noticed the man standing over her. Gravel scattered beneath her as she hit the ground, and something inside me seemed to snap.For one terrible second, everything around me faded. The shouting, the gunfire, the movement of Griggs's men. None of it mattered.All I could see was Zahara lying on the ground."Zahara!" I shouted, my voice tearing through the chaos.The man near her turned at the sound. His weapon swung away from where she had fallen and pointed directly at me.I saw him raise it. Saw his finger settle against the trigger.Griggs's earlier warning flashed through my mind. Do not rush in. Do not expose yourself. But none of that could hold me back now."Armando, no!" Zahara screamed, struggling to push herself up from the gravel.I heard her, but I could not stop.I was already moving, my feet carrying me across the remaining distance as the man levelled his weapon. There was no time to think about the consequences. I only knew that if h
Zahara's POV"Time to move," one of them said flatly, already crossing the room towards me. "Get up."I rose slowly, keeping my expression as calm as I could manage. The prepaid phone was still tucked against my skin beneath my clothes, and I instinctively pressed my arm close to my side to make sure it remained there.I understood what this meant. Once they moved me from this building, whatever slim advantage I currently held would disappear. I might never discover where they had taken me, and the evidence I had gathered could become useless if I was unable to get it into the right hands."Where are you taking me?" I asked, buying myself a few more seconds."Doesn't matter," the second man replied, gripping my arm firmly. "You'll find out when we get there."I said nothing more.They led me down the narrow hallway, one on either side, and I forced myself to pay attention to everything around me. The doors we passed, the direction of the corridor, the distance to the entrance. My puls







