No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

Strategist’s voice grew impatient, prompting Freya to turn and approach the car with its headlights on.

As Brisa watched Freya advance, anger boiled within her. “D*mn it! They used me as bait! I won’t let them get away with this!” She reached for her gun, but Inken stopped her.

Inken, who typically appeared frail, now looked determined. With the headlights casting their glow, he noticed the nearby houses in ruins and gun muzzles ominously protruding through shattered windows. Hence, he cautioned, “Brisa, let’s not act recklessly.”

Unbeknownst to Freya, a person with a silver mask stood behind the headlights, gleaming eerily. Despite her injured leg, she stared at that figure and limped forward. As she approached the car, a beautiful woman stepped out, holding a custom-made handcuff

Freya looked down as the woman began to handcuff her. These cuffs were noticeably heavier than. standard ones, and Freya could feel their weight. She also noticed small green dots on them that glowed faintly.

The woman warned, “Don’t try to escape. These cuffs are rigged to explode upon detecting excessive force.”

Freya met the woman’s gaze with unwavering determination and asked, “Are you Moonblade?”

However, the woman met Freya’s gaze with a hint of contempt. “What if I am?”

Freya pursed her lips and recalled that this woman had killed Melissa’s boyfriend, Benjamin.

Later, she was pushed into the backseat of a spacious modified jeep, seated beside a man in a silver mask. Then, Moonblade hopped into the vehicle and settled in the front passenger seat.

on the car window, and

“You promised me

lowered his head, revealing piercing, sharp eyes. Behind that mask, a sly smile played on Jamie’s lips as he remarked, “Miss Kaufmann, why do you trust everyone

“You’ve failed to keep your word. Since you couldn’t keep your promise, go to hell!” Without hesitation, she made a

and

that if she took out Jamie and Moonblade, it might give Brisa and Inken a chance to escape. Then, she gritted her teeth, and with Radley’s image in her mind, she

moment, Jamie struggled as the chain between her handcuffs tightened around his neck. He quickly

taking him out would end the crisis, even if it meant risking her

she tightened her grip on her weapon. She couldn’t fathom why, even though he was being strangled, he prevented her

pain in her bleeding leg, Freya focused all her strength on the green light of the handcuffs, determined to turn

increasingly anxious when she noticed this. “Mr.

face drained of color from the strangulation,

she might defy his orders and shoot Freya if he persisted

to blood loss. Sensing her faltering hold and labored breathing, he grabbed

free. He leaned back, visible marks on his neck, and sighed, “Miss Kaufmann, it seems no

this, she struggled to remain conscious as bursts of white light blurred her vision. She gritted. her teeth

collar and sat up. “Don’t worry, those darts were loaded with tranquilizers. Your strength worries me. I was afraid that if I let them go, we wouldn’t be

jolted back to reality, forcing herself to stay focused by pinching the wound on her leg. Her vision sharpened, and she saw the man’s face looming close with a teasing smile. Yet, she couldn’t help but notice. the contempt in his eyes-a malicious smile as if he were toying with prey. “Jamie, what’s your