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    Sadie’s pupils constricted violently at the sight.


    This symbol…


    Could this be the mark of Zupren’s government deathmandos? Sadie had encountered this very symbol among the ssified documents her grandfather had left behind.


    It served as the emblem of Zupren’s most ndestine special forces unit, the “Night Bats”—elite operatives tempered in the fires of violence and mortality, assigned to execute the most ssified government missions.


    Her grandfather had warned her that witnessing this mark was equivalent to stumbling upon a lethal state weapon. Could Afara possibly be an agent of the Zupren government?


    The realization crashed through Sadie’s consciousness like a thunderbolt, detonating in her brain. The revtions flooded her system, too massive to digest immediately, and she dared not react impulsively.


    If Afara worked for the government, why employ such brutal tactics? Why had he attacked Noah so viciously?


    Sadie found herself unable to trust anyone—neither Emerson nor this mysterious figure known as Afara.


    Drawing a steadying breath, she wrestled the tempest of emotions into submission, her expression hardening into cold resolve.


    “If you n to corrupt my mother’s legacy for malicious purposes, I would rather die than surrender it to you.”


    Her voice, though barely above a whisper, rang with unwavering conviction, reverberating through the hollow warehouse.


    “The same goes for Emerson.”


    She raised her chin defiantly, locking eyes with Afara’s mesmerizing gaze with fierce determination.


    “I demand to speak with your superior,” Sadie dered.


    Afara found himself genuinely taken aback.


    He arched one eyebrow, a brief spark of amazement flickering across his maic gaze.


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    The young woman standing before him possessed far keener instincts than he had anticipated.


    A single idental glimpse of his tattoo had guided her to such a startling deduction. Emerson’s daughter and Absolon’s granddaughter, Sadie, was nomon adversary.


    “I am not Emerson’s daughter.”


    Sadie’s frigid tone sliced through Afara’s contemtion.


    Her stare remained steady, zing with cial determination. “I am simply Sadie Hudson. Noah Wall’s wife. My father bears the name Dederick Hudson.”


    Every word Sadie spoke felt like severing ties with her past.


    Sadie wanted Afara to see clearly—she wasn’t some pawn to be moved at his convenience, and she certainly wasn’t an extension of the ruthless Emerson. She stood on her own. She had her own name, her own life, and people she was determined to protect.


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