The masked man didn’t move an inch. Several people rushed forward to pin Nelly down. This time, he let them do it. His voice was calm, almost detached. “Put her somewhere secure. I’ll decide what to do with her later.”
“Yes, sir,” the people on either side of her answered.
Nelly barely heard them. All she could see was Brody lying there in a pool of blood. His breathing was so shallow, he almost looked dead. The quiet around him was suffocating.
“...Help him.”
The words barely left her lips, her voice too dry and weak to carry any strength. She didn’t even know if anyone heard her.
The masked man didn’t respond, but before they dragged her away, she caught a glimpse of him kneeling down and checking Brody’s wounds like he’d done it a hundred times before.
They locked Nelly in a dim lounge, not much different from the storage room where she’d been trapped when she first got here.
Her mind kept replaying what had happened to Brody. The gunshot. The blood spreading across the floor. Nausea twisted in her stomach and she thought she might throw up.
Everything was a mess in her head. Her last bits of strength and resolve were slipping away.
She just couldn’t make sense of it. Brody had always acted like he couldn’t stand her... So why had he risked his life for her? What was he thinking?
*
Somewhere else, at that moment...
Footsteps echoed outside Jude’s door. He rushed to open it and was met by a group of men in black pouring into the room.
He started to speak, but stopped when he saw the mask—one he recognized instantly.
There was a small gold fox-eye symbol right in the center of it.
“You... you’re...”
The man took off the mask. Underneath was a cold, striking face. His features were sharp, his eyes dark, but there was no warmth there.

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