The Love that Never Really Dies

“Ms. Wand, I…”

“What, a broken leg wasn’t enough for you? Do you want to lose your life this time?”

Sasha’s eyes were filled with an icy-cold hostility as she stared at the Jetroinian woman limping before her.

Akiko shuddered when she saw her face and recalled how she was dragged away to have her leg broken.

“Out of my way!” Sasha shouted impatiently.

Akiko simply stared at her nervously before tossing her crutches aside and kneeling down before her.

“Ms. Wand, please let me say what I came to say! I promise I’ll leave right after! She’ll kill me if I don’t deliver the message!” Akiko begged, while bowing with her head down on the ground.

As it turned out, Yancy wasn’t able to locate Sasha after the latter cut off all means of communications, so she sent Akiko, who was still in Avenport instead.

Sasha was livid with rage, but she saw the attention they were receiving from the surrounding crowd and agreed to hear her out.

“Fine… What did you want to tell me?”

Akiko looked up excitedly in response. “Well, it’s nothing much, really. Mrs. Tsurka wanted me to tell you she sent your family something. She said you should go look if you have

to this time? Were those two bullets not enough for her? Does she want

like she wanted to

was no way she could possibly keep her cool knowing

Akiko was just a messenger who didn’t know all that

said was for you to rush over as soon as

like a bolt from the blue. She threw her grocery basket aside as

Please be all

had her sister-in-law look after the kids at home while she

arrived at the front door when she heard

Sasha rushed

finally saw what had happened at home, but it was all too late. Rufus was already lying motionless

the ground with some

Sasha screamed at the top of her

was in a hotel talking to Calvin

men have yet to make their move after Frieda’s body was brought to SteelFort, but I know they’re lying in wait nearby. Those b*stards would surely strike the moment they hear about Frieda being transported. We’d better get her cremated

a suggestion, Mr. Hayes. Would you care to