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I hadn’t screamed.

I hadn’t jumped in fright when the lights turned red.

I hadn’t run to him for protection.

I was already standing in the far corner of the room, my body positioned completely in front of the crib, shielding Tru with every inch of my frame. My chin was up. My feet were planted wide. My eyes were cold, steady, and locked onto him like a blade.

Kaisen stared at me, the sudden realization bleeding into his features like ink in water.

The confusion.

The betrayal.

The sheer, sickening horror of understanding that the entire performance—every quiet breakfast, every soft word, every gentle touch over the last three weeks—had been a lie.

“You knew,” he whispered, his voice cracking as his hand dropped from the doorknob. “You… you knew they were coming.”

“I was waiting on him,” I said.

Kaisen shook his head, taking a disbelieving step toward me, his face twisting with a wild, wounded fury. “No. No, you said you understood! You said you saw what I was doing for you! You said his world was dangerous⁠—”

“His world is dangerous,” I cut him off, my voice steady, cutting through the red haze of the room with absolute precision. “And you’re the most dangerous thing in it.”

“I protected you!” Kaisen shouted, his voice echoing off the steel walls as heavy, tactical bootsteps thundered up the lower staircase outside. “I gave you a home! I gave you peace! I brought you into my bed—you slept beside me, Truth! You let me hold you at night!”

“I didn’t come to my senses, Kaisen. I learned how to survive you.”

Kaisen flinched like I’d slapped him across the mouth. His chest heaved, his eyes wide and bloodshot in the crimson light. “You laid in my bed…”

“I slept beside you because it was the only place on this boat you stopped locking the fucking door.”

The words hit him like a physical blow.

Kaisen took a step back, his hand coming up to grip his forehead, completely unraveling. “You played me. You used my own house… my own feelings…”

“You stole my child,” I said, stepping half an inch forward, my eyes blazing. “You drugged my water, you locked me in a cage, and you told me my baby wasn’t safe with the man who actually loves her. You don’t get to talk to me about feelings.”

A heavy, explosive CRACK blasted through the outer corridor.

The solid oak hallway door splintered off its hinges with a sickening roar of wood and metal.

Shouts erupted in the passage—the sharp, unmistakable bark of a man giving tactical orders: “Clear left! Move up, move up!”

Kaisen spun around, his gun raised, his knuckles white against the grip.

He looked at the bedroom door, where the shadows of three armed men were already cutting across the red threshold.

Then, he looked back at me, his face torn between pulling the trigger on the men coming through the wall and the woman who had dismantled his mind from the inside out.

The doorknob rattled violently.

And from the other side of the broken door, heavy, lethal, and colder than the river itself, came the voice I had been waiting days to hear.

“Truth!”

My heart slammed against my ribs.

“In here!” I screamed with everything in my lungs. “Amai, in here!”