Brenda’s POV
Tony's voice was still echoing in my mind.
"I apologise, Brenda."
He sacrificed himself for me. Once more. And something deep within me was shattered.
However, I refused to wait for them to murder him or me. Not now.
Stop running—no more hiding.
This is the end of the war.
I let out a frustrated scream as I twisted my wrist against the chain till it hurt.
And then I heard the door open.
It creaked open slowly. A towering guy shrouded in darkness entered the room. My heart stopped beating.
I said, "You should be dead by now."
He drew his hood down.
"Hi, Brenda."
Diego was the one.
My sibling.
That's what he used to be, anyway.
"You pretended to be dead," I murmured. "You've been working with them, right?"
His face was expressionless as he looked at me. "No. I'v
