Chapter 2 · free to read
He couldn't say the name. Not yet. Not until Ha-eun was somewhere the knife couldn't reach.
He was always three moves ahead. He'd been ahead for years.
The bullet found the guard, not the heir. Exactly as it was meant to.
For twenty-six years the reckless one had never once picked up a weapon. Tonight the recklessness had a purpose.
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