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    Corrine’s eyes widened, startled.


    She had never seen Nate like this before—merciless, brutal, like something straight out of hell.


    For a split second, she forgot to move. That was when she noticed another enemy creeping up behind him.


    Without missing a beat, she flicked her wrist and sent a short knife flying. It buried itself deep in the attacker’s wrist.


    A sharp gasp left her lips, relief washing over her. Then, cold steel pressed against her temple. “Want her alive? Then don’t try anything stupid,” a low, menacing voice growled from behind. The entire battlefield fell still.


    What had once been an army of about sixty was now reduced to a mere dozen. The resty sprawled across the floor, lifeless or unconscious.


    At the center of the carnage, Nate stood tall, surrounded by bodies.


    His gaze darkened, eyes gleaming with something lethal.


    Not far away, Saul and Mandy, their clothes rumpled, took in the sight of Corrine at gunpoint. A sick feeling settled in their chests.


    “What the hell are we supposed to do now?” they both murmured, exchanging a nce heavy with unspoken tension. Almost instinctively, they turned to Nate.


    “You’re not exactly at your best today, are you?” he remarked, his eyes fixed on Corrine.


    She could take down eight enemies at once, yet here she was, caught so easily?


    Corrine’s lips curved into a smirk. “Even pros have their off days.”


    Before the words had fully left her mouth, she moved. A sharp twist—quick, effortless.


    The man holding her barely had time to react before pain exploded in his wrist.


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    The gun that had been pressed to her temple was now pointed straight at him.


    “See?” Corrine said smoothly. “A little slip-up, but I made it work. I’d call that a fair trade.”


    The man had been hiding in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment. He had always known Corrine was skilled, but this level of precision caught him off guard. Her speed was something else entirely. The icy press of the gun barrel against his temple made him stiffen. His eyes flicked to her finger resting lightly on the trigger, and dread curled in his stomach.


    Nate stepped closer, his expression unreadable. He took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood from her hands.


    “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t take reckless risks?” he asked, his voice calm but firm.


    “No risk, no reward.” As the words left her mouth, a muffled gunshot echoed through the air. A clean hole appeared in the man’s forehead, and his body crumpled to the floor.


    Corrine barely reacted. She nced down, intending to take a closer look. But before she could, her vision blurred. Then, everything went ck.


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