This time, they got lucky.
"Be careful. I'll step in if I need to."
"But most of the time, you can't, right?"
There were too many hunters around. If Logan's identity got exposed, things would get even messier.
"Don't worry, I can handle myself."
At worst, she had her secret weapon. Sophie glanced at the watch on her wrist. The whole venue was jammed with signal blockers. The watch James had given her had a one-touch alarm system, but it needed a signal to work.
She'd been running around the second floor not just to buy Sandy some time but also to find a signal and locate Vanessa. Now that she knew Vanessa was on the fifth floor, there was no point in staying on the second.
"Thanks, I owe you one."
Logan tossed a small folding knife into her hand, his voice cool. "Just don't forget it."
With that, Logan casually slung a socialite over his shoulder.
Sophie frowned. "What about them...?"
"Relax, I'm just putting on a show. I'll stash them somewhere safe soon."
"Alright!"
Sophie slipped off her shoes and sprinted towards the third floor. She'd been conserving her energy, but now, with the folding knife for protection and the combat skills Colby had drilled into her, she might just have an edge in this twisted game.
As she ran upstairs, her black dress helped her blend in, and the hunters paid her little mind. Just as Logan said, they were mostly causing chaos and targeting other socialites. Vanessa's real aim was to push Sophie and the others to the edge.
Vanessa wanted to drag this out, ensuring the game didn't end too soon.
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