Fredrich guided Lina back to the waiting car, his arm firmly around her waist as his men swiftly moved through the aftermath—neutralizing the last of Christian's forces and erasing every trace of the brutal encounter.
The chaos faded behind them like a storm that had passed, leaving only silence . . . and the cold efficiency of men trained to clean up blood without question.
The real Lina held the memory of Christian's desperate whisper close to her chest like a memory she couldn't yet release. The soul inside her, however, already forgot his existence and moved on to the next step of her plans.
They boarded together—no guns, no threats, just comforting silence.
The driver sat, ready. Fredrich shut the door, eyes meeting Lina's as he buckled her in.
He reached across and placed his hand over hers. "You're going to be fine now. That man would no longer bother you."
She nodded, pulling her closer. "Thank you."
