I kept my eyes on her, but suddenly, Sasha’s face started to blur. I shook my head, about to say
something, when she spoke first.
“It wasn’t his wife’s dream this time. He said he wanted to meet you.”
“What?” The word barely left my lips before everything wentpletely fuzzy.
Next thing I knew, I felt Sasha’s arm around me, her voice soft. “Just rest for a bit.”
Rest?
A little voice inside me questioned, but I couldn’t even open my mouth to respond. My eyelids felt
heavy as lead, and I couldn’t speak. I felt myself being lifted, then ced in a car, though where
they were taking me, I had no idea.
At some point, someone held a cup of water to my lips. I drank, blinking my eyes open to see a tall,
unfamiliar man. But I knew him–one of Thorsten’s bodyguards.
Remembering Sasha’sst words before I cked out, everything started to click
1 shifted groggily and asked the man, “Where’s Thorsten?”
He ignored me, turning to leave.
That’s when I realized my hands and feet were bound, leaving me pretty much stuck. I nced
around, trying to get my bearings. The ce looked like an old, abandoned repair shop, with stacks
of worn–out tires piled nearby.
It wasn’t hard to piece together why Thorsten had me here. He didn’t want me digging around in his
past.
Whatever he had nned, it wasn’t good.
Panic washed over me. I wasn’t some fearless hero; the thought of death scared me, and my heart
hammered with dread.
But I forced myself to breathe. There was a reason they’d just tied me up instead of going further.
The bodyguard had even given me water, which meant Thorsten likely wanted to talk first,
Sure enough, a few minutester, I heard a car engine outside, followed by the bodyguard’s
respectful greeting: “Boss.”
The door creaked open, and Thorsten stepped in, dressed head to toe in white.
“Keira, we meet again,” he said with a smile.
I didn’t flinch. “This isn’t exactly my idea of a pleasant reunion.”
He chuckled, stepping closer. “Then why’d you insist on provoking me, hmm?” He settled into a
chair his bodyguard brought over, his eyes locked on mine.
“If you hadn’t harmed my family first, why would I ever need to provoke you?” I shot back, Sasha’s
warnings echoing in my mind.
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Thorsten just smiled, calm as ever. “So, you finally figured it out. Doesn’t matter now, though.”
He looked totally unfazed, like this whole situation was just a small inconvenience.
“What do you mean, it doesn’t matter?” My voice shook. “Are you admitting you paid someone to
commit
murder?”
“Of course,” he said casually, like he was talking about the weather. “I paid off your parents‘ driver.
He tampered with the brakes.”
A chill shot through me. The way he spoke, so cold and detached–like those three lives meant
absolutely nothing to him.
“Why?” I whispered. “Why would you do that?”
He shrugged, smirking. “No real reason. Maybe I was in a certain mood that day. You know how I
am–my emotions can be… unpredictable.”
He couldn’t expect me to believe that. No matter how twisted he was, there had to be something
deeper, something he wasn’t saying.
While I struggled to piece it together, he shook his head at me. “I warned you, didn’t I? Told you to
let your parents‘ death rest, to focus on your own life. But you just couldn’t, could you?”
I met his gaze, a defiant smile tugging at my lips. “I’m a human being. I have blood, flesh, feelings. I
can’t just turn off my grief for my parents.”
He sneered. “All that grief has done is lead you straight to your
own grave
His words were ice–cold, but I refused to let him shake me. “You’re making it sound like I’m not
getting out of here alive. If that’s the case, then at least let me die with some answers. Why did you
kill my parents? What threat could they have possibly posed to you?”