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"I was blocked by the others. I watched them work on Mr. Jason all afternoon. They only stepped away a moment ago to use the bathroom. I slipped out to tell you. Please hurry. If we wait any longer, they might actually kill him."The guard had barely finished speaking before Amara's palm cracked across the side of his face. "It's that urgent, and you wasted all that time rambling?"The guard froze in stunned silence. By the time he managed to gather himself, Amara was already moving, her sisters close behind as they headed toward the correction program at a brisk pace.She couldn't let this slide. The Centurion Trade Consortium had only just finished sanctioning Chamberlain Group, and now someone had her family's young heir strapped into an electric therapy chair like a plaything.If she failed to respond, what standing would the Chamberlains have left in Silverton?"Clara, there's money in the drawer in my room. Go get it. We'll need to pay the guards before we leave. Otherwise,

The electric therapy chair was the program's ultimate deterrent. Rumor claimed that even the most defiant students emerged from it changed. They came out quieter than the model students and more obedient than those who had never been strapped into the chair. That was how effective it was.Jason had been strapped into it for hours. The control panel in front of them had almost been exhausted."This is nothing. Jason's our boss. A real boss endures what others can't and does what others won't, right?"Leon had a buzz cut and a pale, round face. Heavy bags hung beneath his eyes, giving him a soft but deeply unsettling appearance.Word around the program said his father had sent him there after he was caught assaulting his stepmother.Nearly every girl in the program had been harassed by him at some point. Even some of the teachers had not escaped it.His name sat at the top of every teacher's problem list. Now he grinned at the others gathered around him, and they laughed along with

It was like any other sibling relationship. They fought constantly at home, ten rounds a day if that was what it took. However, the moment they stepped outside that door, they were blood, and blood stood together.Jason had made it clear that he didn't know what was happening, that he was in danger, that he was hiding somewhere with no idea what to do.What would Irene do with that?She wouldn't look for outside help. There was no time, and she probably didn't understand the full situation herself. The most likely outcome was that she would take the risk and come for him on her own.From what he had heard on her end of the call, she had already run into trouble and escaped it. That would give her confidence. If she had managed to get away by herself, and if her less capable younger brother had already found somewhere to lie low, then she would trust herself to walk in and bring him back out.Jason had read her correctly.After hearing what he said, Irene's breathing slowed. "Same

"Jason! Jason!" Irene called softly, scanning the shadows around her.The school felt different tonight. She needed to find him quickly, get him out, and locate Amara.Her first call went unanswered. The second brought nothing either.Irene frowned. The last light had drained from the sky. No girl in this program entered the boys' area after dark without a serious reason.Every student inside these walls had been sent there for something. Most had avoided a holding cell only because their families had enough influence to protect them.A stray lamb couldn't expect kindness in a place like this.She hesitated, then crossed the boundary anyway. The location Jason had sent was just inside the boys' side, near the edge.Jason was a coward by nature. Even after calling her, he probably hadn't dared move from the spot. If she moved quickly enough, she could get in and out before anyone noticed.Irene drew a steady breath and headed toward the coordinates. She had taken maybe four step

The Draconox Order was not the Chamberlain family. It wasn't the kind of organization that collapsed. Its roots stretched back a millennium.Stanley caught the sidelong glance Amara sent his way. He knew his cue. If she asked directly, he would help. But that was not how goodwill was built. Real help came before the request.One saw the need before anyone spoke and acted first. That was what people remembered. That was where real obligation took root.Without a word, Stanley stepped forward and drove a kick into the small pedestrian gate beside the main iron door.Metal slammed against metal, and the gate flew open.He walked through first.Several security guards rushed out of the booth. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"Stanley never slowed. He dropped each man with a single punch. One after another, they hit the ground.By the time the sisters stepped through the gate, every guard was sprawled across the pavement, groaning.Stanley planted his foot on one man's hea