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    She met William’s gaze for the briefest moment before looking down.


    Maybe this was simply the end.


    If she was destined to die here today, perhaps it would be a relief.


    Her present life—trapped in William’s vi, forced to do things she didn’t want to do—held no meaning.


    And oddly, her fear loosened its grip, and her body rxed.


    “William,” she said quietly, “I know you hate me. So just go. Don’t save me. You always said I owed you… then let this be it. Let this be what I repay.”


    William blinked, taken aback. He had expected her cries for help.


    Nobody facing death stayed calm. Nobody gave up that easily.


    So why was she so ready to die?


    Because it was him?


    The thought irritated him more than he cared to admit.


    He turned his attention back to Amon, scoffing, “If you’re trying to threaten me, you picked the wrong person. Haven’t you figured it out? I’ve been wanting her gone for a long time.”


    Ste didn’t flinch, but the words still cut deep.


    William folded his arms, settling into a rxed stance, as if watching a performance. “Honestly, Amon… after all these years, this is still the best you can do?”


    Amon rose from the sofa, anger shing in his eyes.


    “William, I’m not ying games with you. Do you really not care if Ste dies? Onemand from me, and that syringe goes in. Don’t test me.”


    William looked bored. “Then do it. I already called the police. They’ll be here any minute. If you don’t act fast, you’ll lose the chance.”


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    Amon froze at William’s words, staring at him like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.


    Then he spun toward Ste, grabbing her chin hard enough to hurt and forcing her to look up at him. His eyes were sharp, almost unhinged. “Ste, is this really how you want it to end? This isn’t what we talked about upstairs.”


    He was practically shaking with anger.


    Ste didn’t flinch. A faint, tired smile touched her lips, the kind people wear when they’ve already stopped hoping. “I never said I agreed to anything.”


    Whether she lived or died didn’t seem to matter anymore. The only thing she regretted was that she’d never get to see Marc or her brother again.


    She gave Amon onest look, then shut her eyes on her own.


    “Do it.”


    She refused to beg William for mercy.


    Seeing she wasn’t bluffing, Amon let go of her chin and shoved her face away. “Fine. Fine. Looks like all of you are braver than me. If that’s how you want it, don’t me me for being cruel.”


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