Every clue led them closer. Surveillance cameras, intercepted calls, whispers from the underworld—Hana followed the trail with Mi-Ho at her side.
But danger pressed closer too. At one point, bullets ripped through their car windows. They ducked, adrenaline racing.
Hana's hands trembled, but Mi-Ho steadied them. "Focus on me. Not the fear."
She swallowed hard, meeting his gaze. The chaos around them blurred, leaving only his calm strength.
For a fleeting second, she wondered if she'd survive this only to lose herself… to him.