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    Freya, of course, had no clue this call had even taken ce.


    She stayed aboard the ship, and when she tried to wander and explore, Brendan swiftly shut her down.


    Over an hour passed before they were just five minutes out from Butterfly Ind, and that was when Brendan had someone blindfold both Freya and Ashley.


    The vessel crept slowly toward the ind, its hull slicing through the water like a whisper.


    Had Freya been able to see, she would have caught sight of massive towers cutting off all signals and armed men in ck standing guard across the ind, sealing it off like a fortress.


    But she didn’t. She was blind to it all.


    She had no inkling that whaty ahead was far worse than anything she could have imagined—nor that Brendan had finally lost all grasp on reality.


    When the ship finally docked at Butterfly Ind, Freya and Ashley were led away, while the rest of the passengers gradually began to disembark.


    In the end, only Natasha and Brendan remained on board.


    Brendan stood on the deck, eyes fixed on a distant yacht, and said to Natasha, “Whatever happens here, don’te back.”


    Natasha stared at him. She’d never seen him like this before. “What are you nning to do?”


    “To settle things with Kristian once and for all.” His lips curled into a strange smile. “For your own safety, stay away. I might not be able to hold back this time.”


    Natasha’s brow furrowed in quiet concern.


    Brendan motioned toward the yacht, silently urging her to go. She didn’t argue. She grabbed herptop and paused at the edge of the ship. “And if Kristian doesn’t love Freya anymore, then what?”


    “I’ll kidnap his entire family,” Brendan answered.


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    Coolly, his tone detached though his expression remained eerily calm. “One by one, I’ll make him watch them die right in front of him.” He regretted not thinking bigger.


    Just taking Freya had been too tame—too dull. He should’ve taken the whole lot when the divorce papers were signed.


    That would’ve been truly satisfying.


    “You’re insane,” Natasha said tly.


    Brendan let out a lowugh. “Aren’t you, too?”


    “I’m leaving.” She didn’t bother responding to that. With her back turned to him, she waved a hand and climbed onto the yacht.


    He wasn’t wrong. They were both out of their minds.


    But she wasn’t like him. Her wild streak had been softened when she met K. Now, she was more carefree.


    She could walk away from anything, anyone, without looking back. Just like now. She knew the risk Freya faced on Butterfly Ind, and still, she left her behind.


    It was 9:30 AM in Alerith. The time on Butterfly Ind was exactly the same.


    From the moment Freya stepped off the ship, blindfolded, she’d beenmitting every detail around her to memory.


    Now, with the wind brushing her cheeks and the waves crashing violently below, she guessed they were close to a cliff.


    She was right. The guards led both Freya and Ashley to the ind’s highest point—a sheer cliff—before removing their blindfolds.


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