In this whole world, across every hell she's survived, the one thing Kaya cannot handle—the one thing that sets her blood on fire—is someone daring to touch her ego. Her pride isn't just vanity; it's the pillar that has kept her standing through every betrayal, every assassination attempt, every living nightmare. It is the essence of who she is.
And by killing those hitmen himself, by sweeping her carefully laid plans off the board like they were nothing, that damn broker has done more than interfere. He has completely and utterly challenged Kaya. He looked at her intricate game and dismissed it. He said, without words, "You are not the predator here. I am."
The chasing game is over. The strategic maneuvering is finished.
Now, standing on that rooftop with the cold wind biting at her face, Kaya's eyes burned with an intensity that could shatter steel. Her jaw was set, her fists clenched until her nails drew blood from her palms.
