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    But the history of the motorcycle remained just beyond Cole’s grasp. Now was not the time to chase memories. Elliana was speeding ahead, and if he blinked, she would vanish. He poured everything into keeping her in sight.


    He had no idea where she was headed. He simply followed through quiet suburbs and then into the city, until atst, she cut sharply into a narrow alley.


    Cole mmed on the brakes, flung open the car door, and bolted after her without hesitation. The alley was too narrow for a car—old, dark, and suffocating. He had no choice but to run.


    In her mirror, she saw his shadow close behind. A small smile touched her lips. She hadn’t expected him to abandon his car. Time was short. If Carlos changed locations before she arrived, the chase would be wasted. The alley was her shortcut.


    But Cole was no ordinary pursuer. Years of leading ze Wildfire showed in every stride. Even on foot, he clung to her tail like a relentless shadow.


    The silence of the alley pressed down on them. The walls rose high, cutting out the night, and not a soul stirred. Each step deeper into the alley thickened the air, heavy with dread.


    Then, it hit—an invisible wave of pure malice.


    Elliana’s head snapped up. She braked hard. Tires screamed, skidding against the filthy pavement. The bike fishtailed, leaving a ck scar on the ground.


    Cole stopped just behind her, eyes narrowing.<fnbd3a> Latest content published on find(?)ovel</fnbd3a>


    Ahead, fifty feet away, a wall of figures stood. Dressed head to toe in ck, shoulder to shoulder, blocking the way forward.


    Their stillness was more chilling than motion. They weren’t here to move. They were here for her.


    Elliana pulled off her helmet and hooked it onto the handlebar. Her eyes sharpened as she counted. Seventeen in total. A man and a woman leading fifteen hulking shadows.


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    The leaders wore ck trench coats, their faces masked.


    The man’s hair was cut close, his gaze sharp as broken ss, burning with hostility.


    The woman’s hair was pulled into a high ponytail. Her eyes were ice—cold and merciless—but carried a grace that was deadlier still. The fifteen behind them radiated the same lethal intent.


    Drawing on years of navigating the shadows of Delta, Elliana knew instantly that these were top-tier international assassins. The fifteen men were on par with her own Four Guardians. As for the leading man and woman, they stood in a league of their own. How high, she couldn’t guess. She’d have to sh with them to know. Her mind sharpened. Could these be the ones Carlos had warned her about? The same organization that had hunted her mother? Had the elimination order finallye knocking?


    Once Elliana gauged the strength of her enemies, she finally understood the gravity of Carlos’s earlier warning. The predicament she faced was indeed extraordinary.


    Back when she was a child, her mother had been relentlessly chased, forced into hiding, and eventually disappeared after leaving her behind in Ublento. That same cycle had nowe for Elliana. She wanted to see with her own eyes just how dangerous these people could be.


    Thinking this, Elliana swung her leg off the motorcycle, touched the ground with effortless poise, and walked forward with a steady expression that showed no trace of fear. Their intent to kill her didn’t faze her. She had dreaded that they might never pursue her, for without them, she could never uncover the secrets surrounding her mother’s past.


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