When Liora came to, she was swallowed by pitch-black darkness. Cold iron chains bit into her wrists and ankles, and strapped to her chest was a bomb she recognized all too well. Forcing her eyes open, she saw a familiar face—Lila, who should have been rotting behind bars.
Lila stood before her, crimson lips curled around a cigarette, her low-cut dress clinging to her figure with predatory allure.
"Awake?" Lila's voice slithered through the darkness, dripping with mockery. Her hyena-like laugh cut through the air. "Liora, never thought you'd end up in my hands, did you? Where are your precious bodyguards now? Too late to save you—ha-ha-ha!"
Liora remained calm. "Cut the theatrics. Why did you bring me here?"
"Why?"
Lila's tone dripped with icy contempt. "Let me tell you. Those two fool
