Chapter 440: A Difficult Labor

He didn’t stop. He walked faster.

"Ms. Morrigan, bear with it," he said, like my pain was a minor inconvenience. "This isn’t the time. If we stop now, we’re both dead."

Something was wrong. The certainty settled in my chest like cold water before the reasoning even caught up. He didn’t care whether I lived or died — he was in a rush to deliver me somewhere, to hand me off like cargo. The man on the floor back there wasn’t the traitor. This man was. A plant, sent by that woman to get me onto a ship while Sergio was gone, while I was too broken by pain to think or fight.

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