Milena couldn't deny the fact that she was scared. Concern was etched into every nerve, but she knew one thing.

He was coming for her.

Rafael was coming.

The space here was suffocating, and each hour that passed only made her more anxious. But she did her best to keep herself calm.

Then the door of the room creaked open, revealing Rafael's brother, dressed in a white shirt and dark trousers.

"Being like this isn't going to help you. Either way, we're going to get information from you—hard or easy," he said, leaning against the threshold of the door, his arms crossing his broad chest.

"If you think I'm going...