But Thomas didn't relent. He needed to believe there was still a way out.
He repeated his threats louder, angrier, throwing out names, codes, high-level contacts—anything that might spark fear or hesitation.
But Ross simply kept walking, unbothered, his pace calm and unwavering.
They reached a secure door.
Ross paused, his hand pressing against the scanner. With a soft beep and a hiss, it slid open.
Inside, the lights were dim, casting a warm glow on the small, clean room.
There, lying curled up on the huge bed, was Jade.
Her chest rose and fell gently with sleep. She was untouched by all of this—safe. For now.
Ross gazed at her quietly.
"She didn't let me down," he murmured to himself, almost fondly. "Still untouched. Still pure."
Then he turned to Thomas, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"But you?" Ross said, voice dropping into something cold and sharp. "You had me entertained for a while. I'll give you that."
