The alliance had barely formed when Hana's phone buzzed—an unknown number.
I still own you.
Her blood ran cold. She didn't flinch, but Mi-Ho saw her hand tighten around the phone.
"Show me." His voice was low, controlled fury.
Hana passed it to him. He read it once, jaw tightening like steel. "He's making his move."
The room fell silent as Mi-Ho paced. "He thinks she's weak. That's his mistake. We'll turn the trap back on him."
Hana raised her chin. "Then let him come. I'm done running."