Ayla walked through the compound like a ghost, her mind buzzing with the consequences of the conversation with Luca. The deal had been struck—though neither of them had admitted to it out loud. She could feel the invisible strings pulling her deeper into his world, and with each step, the noose tightened.
She hated it. She hated how easy it was to slip into the role of his shadow, his pawn. But that was the game, wasn't it? He wanted her to dance to his tune. He thought he had control.
Not for long.
Ayla clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms. She wasn't just going to survive in this hellhole; she was going to take it all from him.
