Late that night, a message slipped under Hana's door: Meet me where it all began.
Against her advisors' pleas, she went—back to the warehouse where she'd once been sold like property.
He was there, shadows clinging to him. "You think you're free? You'll always belong to me, Hana."
Her breath hitched, but she stood tall. "No. I belong to myself."
Before his hand could reach her, Mi-Ho stepped from the shadows, fury in his eyes. "Touch her again, and it's the last thing you do."
The air snapped with finality.