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    He mmed her against the wall, his fingers digging into her chin. She wed at his grip, rising involuntarily onto her tiptoes, nearly suspended in the air.


    Her expression—a mixture of pain and humiliation—only fueled his rage. “Is your hatred for me really so deep?” he asked.


    In that moment, Amanda truly understood what it meant to despise another human being. His very presence made her skin crawl, and sharing the same air left her physically ill.


    For a brief moment, death seemed preferable to enduring another second of Nasir’s twisted presence.


    “It doesn’t matter. Soon you’ll remember how intimate we once were.” Just as his lips were about to im their unwanted prize, the elevator announced its arrival with a soft ding.


    The doors slid open, rekindling a flicker of hope in Amanda’s despairing heart.


    When she saw Rnd step out, her eyes spoke volumes—most urgently, a desperate plea for salvation.


    Recognition shed across Nasir’s face. Amanda lived here, and now Rnd had appeared.


    The implications crystallized in his mind with brutal rity. A cial calm descended over him as he slowly released Amanda’s chin, only to have hisrge hand encircle her throat in its ce.


    “Nasir!” she protested.


    Nasir ignored her cry, his attention fixed solely on Rnd’s unnaturallyposed face. “Did you sleep with him?”


    Amanda’s chest heaved with panicked breaths. No answer seemed adequate to defuse Nasir’s vtile hostility.


    “Let her go,” Rnd stated with detached indifference.


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    “Why?” A grotesque grin twisted Nasir’s features. “My business with my girlfriend doesn’t concern you.”


    “Girlfriend?” Rnd absently brushed at the hem of his white T-shirt, which he’d apparently soiled at the factory earlier. What he had initially mistaken for dirt revealed itself to be paint after his futile attempts to remove it. “Do you still believe she’s your girlfriend?”


    Nasir spat out each word like venom. “Is she yours then? Kid, are you even old enough?”


    His attempt at age-based mockery fell t. Though young, Rnd had witnessed depths of wickedness that someone like Nasir couldn’t begin to fathom. How could he make Nasir understand he wasn’t dealing with some harmless youth?


    Without hesitation, Rnd shattered the fire rm’s protective ss with his bare fist.


    Both Amanda and Nasir froze, transfixed by the crimson droplets trailing down his fingers. Rnd showed no sign of pain, his expression unchanging.


    The rm switchy exposed behind the broken ss—one press would send sirens wailing throughout the building. Nasir’s control would evaporate in the chaos that followed.


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