A Prey For My Enemy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

I stared at him, searching his face, mapping the sudden tension in his shoulders against everything I knew about my family's hidden history. The pieces of the past swirled in my mind until one specific, abandoned location locked into place.“The clinic,” I breathed, watching him intently. “It opens the old clinic.”Kain didn't say a word. He didn't deny it. He didn't blink.His silence was the loudest confirmation he could have given.“Tell me the truth, Kain!” I demanded, my voice echoing off the shattered glass of the bedroom. “What is at the old clinic? What did my father hide there?”Kain let out a long, slow breath, his shoulders dropping a fraction of an inch. The wall of secrecy was finally cracking.“It was where your family used to take you when you were a child,” he said, his voice flat, stripped of emotion. “When you were sick. But it wasn't just a medical facility, Tatiana.”I braced myself. “What else was it?”“There was a private section built beneath the foundation,” Ka

“I know who the fourth child is.”The words left my lips like an absolute sentence, hanging in the crimson-lit archive room. Nobody breathed. The rhythmic wail of the alarms above felt miles away as the silence wrapped around us, heavy and suffocating. I didn't say the name immediately. I couldn't. I had to force myself to confront the terrifying, jagged memory locking into place behind my eyes, shattering the remaining pillars of my past.The scar on the child’s palm in the surveillance recording was a precise, jagged line cutting directly through the natural creases of the skin. It was an unmistakable mark. A mark I had looked at hundreds of times before. I turned my head slowly, my gaze dropping from the dead screen to fix entirely on Julian.I looked at his right hand.As soon as my eyes drifted downward, Julian’s fingers curled, and his hand slipped instinctively into the deep pocket of his coat.That single, defensive movement confirmed everything. The remaining doubt vanished, repla

The shadow lengthened as the man moved into the perimeter of the swinging bulb.My fingers pressed hard into the cold concrete of the wall behind me, the rough edges of the height markings digging into my palm. I braced myself for the impossible. I braced myself to look upon the face of the brother I had mourned for twenty years. But as he halted just inches from the boundary of the light, he tilted his head, the high collar of his dark coat and the jagged angle of the shadows deliberately obscuring his features. All I could see was the stark, sharp line of a weathered jaw and eyes that caught the dim light like fractured glass.He didn't move. He didn't rush toward me. He just watched me breathe, completely unbothered by the frantic muffled thuds of Kain and Julian hammering against the reinforced steel door behind us."Where is Mikhail?" My voice tore from my throat, brittle and demanding, echoing off the cramped walls. "Tell me where he is!"The man did not answer

The alarm wailed like a dying beast, its screech bouncing off the concrete walls of the sealed room in rhythmic, deafening waves. Above us, the heavy, metallic thud of boots echoed down the ventilation shafts, accompanied by the distinct, sickening smell of burning paper and chemical accelerants. Someone was moving through the clinic’s upper levels, systematically torching the remnants of our past before we could reach them. The immediate threat squeezed the air out of the corridor, forcing a tense, silent understanding between the men outside and the ghost inside. Trust was dead, but survival required them to move.With a final, desperate grunt, Julian slammed a rusted iron pipe against the locking mechanism of the steel door. The warped metal gave way with a sharp, explosive crack, and the heavy door swung open. Kain breached the threshold instantly, his weapon raised, his eyes scanning the crimson-lit room before locking onto me.Before I could move, Mikhail lunged toward the table

“Kain, who did you come back for?”The question cut through the hum of the old cathode-ray tube monitor, sharper than any blade. I stared at the looping, grainy black-and-white footage of my twenty-years-younger self carrying that bleeding, small form out of the smoke. My jaw tightened until the bone ached. For the first time in my life, I felt the cold, creeping weight of something close to fear pressing down on my chest. Not fear of a bullet. Not fear of the elements breaching the upper floors. Fear of the look in Tatiana’s eyes.I didn't answer immediately. I took a slow breath, my hand dropping entirely away from my holster, and looked at the four people crammed into the narrow, crimson-lit archive room. "Everyone out," I said, my voice dropping into a low, unyielding rumble that tolerated no argument. "Leave the room. Now.""No." Tatiana didn't even flinch. She stepped directly into my space, her chest heaving under the blood-red light of the emergency bulbs. She pointed a trembli