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*Amber* The news that Clay is out makes it even more crucial for Kattie to get to Thorn and for me to locate Kress. Hope manages to rally the rest of Clay's group and brings them to me, and soon we’re combing through buildings again. In several encounters, we find ourselves in shootouts, but just as often, it’s Kress's people fleeing as it is ours. Hope and I maintain our distance, firing at those trying to escape or shooting at windows to divert their attention. When Kattie announces that Thorn is out, a glimmer of hope ignites within all of us. How she accomplished this feat is beyond me, but according to her, it was a combination of a capable team and a stroke of good luck. Adis, however, has gone completely silent.***** Hope is the first to spot Kress in a window on the top floor. There’s no mistaking it; his posture betrays his obliviousness to Hope and me standing in front of our group. “We’re never going to make it up there,” I whisper. “He’ll have guards posted on the s

*Amber* Later, I find myself having an unexpected and surprisingly good conversation with Thorn at the bar while we wait for our drinks. "I have to admit, I’m more than impressed to see a she-wolf fight like you did today," he says, a hint of admiration in his voice. "But you wouldn’t have been impressed if I were a guy, would you?" The two beers I've managed to down so far give me a bit more courage. I can’t resist firing back, my tone playful yet pointed. "That sounds like an insult dressed up as a compliment, you know that, right?" "The fight could have gone either way," he replies, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "You have no idea how new this is for me. So far, Tjeck is the only one who has made me feel that kind of intensity in a fight." "Now I know you’re exaggerating. There are plenty of fighters here who are much better than me. Take Adis, for instance…" "Well, I haven’t fought Adis in years," Thorn interrupts, his voice steady. "I’ve heard he’s back in training, bu

*Tjeck* Once again, I’ve just settled down with my paperwork when Adis bursts through the door. This is becoming a troubling pattern… his interruptions always come at the worst moments, and they invariably stem from some mess he’s created. "I’ve messed up," he admits instantly, his voice heavy with defeat before he even closes the door behind him. "And what exactly did you say to her this time?" I ask, bracing myself for the inevitable. Before Amber arrived, Adis would never have sought me out for advice. So, when he does, I know it’s bound to revolve around her. "And if she’s gone, well, I promise I don’t have her here." "She went home… She is at home," Adis replies, his expression resembling that of a ghost… pale and haunted. "I was kissing some random girl at the club, and she saw it." "And what, pray tell, is the real issue here, Adis? Is it that you had your tongue down someone else’s throat, or that she witnessed it?" I respond, exasperation creeping into my voice. "I d

*Amber* Lying in bed, I find myself staring at the grimy, hole-riddled ceiling, which certainly doesn’t help my already sour mood. The empty grey walls seem to close in on me, and the entire space feels like a suffocating prison, deepening my sense of despair. I shut my eyes tight, hoping to find solace in the darkness, but my mind betrays me with vivid images I desperately wish to forget… pictures of Adis and that little blonde, laughing and enjoying their time together. For three agonizing days, I’ve successfully avoided him. I’ve taken on every sales shift available, pouring drinks behind the bar at the club until the early hours of the morning, all to keep my mind occupied and my heart shielded. When I am forced to be at home at the same time as him, I retreat to the confines of my room, a sanctuary from the chaos of my emotions. “Amber?” The sound of the door creaking open cuts through the silence, but I refuse to open my eyes to see if it’s him. I feel the bed dip beside me

*Amber* “Ready for a real fight, princess?” Thorn teases as we face each other in the ring. I can’t help but feel a thrill at the prospect; I’m eager to learn something new.“I’ve been ready for days. And princess? Seriously, did you just call me that?” I roll my eyes dramatically. “Is that your new tactic to get into my knickers?” “I thought it might be a title you’ve adopted. Rumors travel fast, you know,” Thorn replies with a mischievous grin. “Or perhaps you’d prefer ‘queen’? Personally, I think that sounds a bit dated. But then again, we don’t really know your age. Maybe you’re ancient?” “Are we going to fight or what?” I cut him off, determination flaring. “Because I’m about to show you that age has nothing to do with this.” Adis and Tjeck are perched a few rows up in the bleachers, eyes glued to us. “Do you need to warm up so you don’t hurt yourself?” Thorn challenges, cracking his shoulders with an audible pop. “No need; I’m always warmed up,” I retort, launching myself a