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    He hadn’t anticipated the headache would hit him again today, especially not twice. If Maia caught wind of it, she’d definitely be disappointed and worried, scolding him for ignoring her warning.


    Thankfully, Maia hadn’t noticed a thing.


    Chris recalled her concerned expression, smiling slightly, his heart filled with an inexplicable joy.


    That brief feeling of warmth made him forget his ache for a moment.


    Truly, love had the power to give strength.


    He caught his breath and readied himself to approach the window and deal with the paperwork for her transfer.


    Still, a fierce resolve sparked inside him. He vowed to face Raegan head-on tonight.


    She had to be stopped.


    If she kept going after Maia, it would show she had betrayed The Mask.


    In the meantime, a room cloaked in soft shadows waited.


    Raegan eased the door open, her face hidden behind her mask.


    The sharp click of her heels broke the quiet with a threatening ring.


    In front of her, a man sitting in the middle of the room raised his head.


    His clothes were stained, marked by patches of dried blood.


    A ck cloth covered his eyes, while his hands were tied behind the chair, and shackles locked around his ankles.


    He looked utterly beaten.


    This man was Shiloh, the warden of Wront Prison.


    “Gee… Another one?” Shiloh said in a cold tone. “What do you want to know? I’ve already told you everything…”


    Raegan twisted her lips into a smirk. She’d questioned plenty who imed to be tough as nails, but they all had one thing inmon: before their cracks showed, they acted like fearless warriors ready toy down their lives. But once their weak spots were exposed, they tossed aside their morals and spilled every secret.


    Snatching the warden hadn’t been easy.


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    “Oh? You say you’ve told us everything?” Raegan dropped her voice, masking it as if it belonged to someone else. “Maybe we should switch gears and chat about other things, like your daughter in Lakelight, Dakota. Word is, she’s got stunning eyes, long flowing hair, and studies ssical dance at a school.” Raegan paused, then leaned in close to Shiloh’s ear. “Picture her with broken limbs, her tendons sliced. Could she still perform on stage?”


    “You!” Shiloh gasped, sweat suddenly pouring down his face.


    His mental guard copsed in an instant. “Please, don’t hurt her…”


    But Raegan drew even nearer, murmuring darker threats. “I’ve heard girls her age face horrors and exploitation if trafficked on the ck market…”


    “That’s enough!” Shiloh snapped, losing all control.


    His daughter was thest piece of family he had left.


    He wrestled with himself, then took a deep breath and dropped his head. “I’ll talk. I’ll tell you everything I know about Maia Watson.”


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