The man who had once bought Hana wasn't gone. His shadow lingered. Anonymous threats arrived—notes slipped under doors, photographs from the past resurfacing like ghosts.
Mi-Ho's patience snapped. "He's testing limits. Next time, he'll cross one."
Hana shook her head. "No. He wants me scared. I won't give him that power."
"But you're not alone anymore," Mi-Ho pressed, his tone rougher than he intended. "Let me fight this with you."
For a moment, Hana hesitated. But then she nodded. Together, they weren't prey. Together, they were a force.
And their enemies were about to learn that.