Erick
“Just come with us.”
She did….
The moment Sonya stepped out of the restaurant under my men’s watch, the air became stiff.
Even the breeze felt taut, as if the entire street held its breath.
My guards flanked her closely, their posture rigid, their expressions impersonal. But I knew better than to trust that alone. Sonya walked with a false calm, chin lifted, shoulders squared, every inch of her radiating the same poisonous confidence she’d weaponized before.
She didn’t fight, not openly. She didn’t scream or claw or pretend innocence.
Instead, she kept her silence like a blade hidden behind her teeth, and that was what unsettled me most.
Sonya was a creature of chaos. Quiet meant she was thinking.
Scheming.
Calculating.
Or probably planning her next escape.
My men ges
