Starla wasn't entirely sure who pulled her out of the vehicle and ushered her into the safety of another car. But when she finally looked back at Fairfax's car, it was empty. His people had dragged him away.
The only proof of what had just transpired was the crimson stains soaking the leather seat and the blood-drenched scalpel still clenched tightly in her hand.
Romy was behind the wheel, with Tanya hovering anxiously in the back seat. The moment Starla was inside, Romy hit the gas, leaving Luce behind to manage the warzone.
"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Tanya asked, her voice trembling.
Starla looked at her with a dazed expression, her eyes still glassy with unshed tears.
Seeing her best friend in such a state broke Tanya's heart. "Starla..."
Snapping back to reality, Starla murmured, "I'm fine."
Tanya let out a breath of relief, but her eyes locked onto the bloody scalpel, and her chest tightened again. "Is that..."
What the hell had happened in that car? She swallowed her questions and instead wrapped her arms tightly around Starla. "It's okay. It's over now. You're safe."
Starla closed her eyes. "It's over."
Tanya stayed silent, knowing she meant Fairfax. Given how quickly everything went down, she could only imagine what that scalpel had been used for. Her embrace tightened fiercely. "None of this is your fault."


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