Amara carved the names over and over, her fingers bleeding. She knew she was losing time. Her thoughts were becoming sluggish, the medicine Seb was forcing into her system making it hard to focus.
"I won't forget," she sobbed, her breath hitching as she tucked the rug back over the carvings. "I won't let you kill who I am."
She looked at the ring on her finger. It sparkled in the dim light, a beautiful, glittering lie.
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The small black boat slipped into the cove like a shark, the water churning silently around its hull. Julian watched the dark silhouette of the villa against the starlit sky, his heart hammering against his ribs not with fear, but with a cold, focused fury.
"Sir, we've bypassed the perimeter sensors," his lead guard whispered, checking the console. "The villa is five hundred yards ahead, just past the boat dock."
