Rurik's eyes glinted in the dim light, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Indeed. But I didn't come alone."
At his signal, several armed men emerged from the shadows, their weapons trained on Andrei and Suzanne. The air grew thick with tension as both sides prepared for the confrontation that would determine their fates.
The night stretched on, and Suzanne sat alone in the quiet bedroom. The safe house was secure, but the walls felt like they were closing in. She turned the pendant over in her hands, its weight feeling heavier than ever. Every lead she thought she had was slipping through her fingers.
Her sister had to be tied to this. Suzanne refused to believe otherwise. But the harder she searched for a connection, the less clear it became. The letters, the pendant, the network—it all seemed to point to something bigger, something beyond her sister's death.
