The air was thick, and the single lamp in the corner flickered with every gust of wind that slipped through the cracks.
Lea sat there, her fingers clenched tight around the piece of paper she found hours ago, one that sealed her fate and shattered the last bit of illusion she’d held about the Madam’s trust.
Her eyes traced the elegant handwriting over and over again, almost unwilling to accept it as truth.
“Once her purpose is fulfilled, remove her quietly. We cannot afford another loose end.” she got this paper inside the pocket of the man who tried to kill her.
It was signed by the Madam herself. The woman who had rescued her, trained her, shaped her into a weapon, and now planned to discard her like a broken tool.
Lea let out a bitter laugh that quickly turned into silence. She c
