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He’d vanished, leaving her alone in Ryodan’s glass house

Now she glanced around, shrugged, stood up, and set about ransacking it

Only to find his office as void of personal information about the man as the man himself The piles of paperwork he used to have were nowhere to be seen, his file cabinets -dressing, stocked with e her suspicion that he’d never actually been doing anything other than torturing her There wasn’t even a single pen or pencil in his drawer

She narrowed her eyes, re the hidden panel where he’d once kept her contract, wondering how many other hidden panels the man had She’d searched the obvious places Ryodan was anything but obvious

She kicked his chair back, knelt on the floor and began feeling around on the desk: top, sides, legs After aher entire awareness into her hands, feeling for the slightest ano to find one

When the panel slid out, she opened her eyes and resumed her seat in the chair Before her was a shalloith row after row of s the for so to happen

The monitors The bloody lass to watch every inch of his club while perched high atop his lofty throne

She punched, watched, and punched again as various private areas of the club appeared and passed fro on

Wait, what?

She went back two buttons She’d just caught a gliain, with Kasteo They reclined, side by side, on forty-five-degree benches, before an enor du biceps

Lats, too

She stared in disbelief Delicate, serene, e at Chester’s, deep underground,herself into a warrior? How had she persuaded one of the Nine, especially the legend that didn’t speak, to teach her anything? Did Ryodan know she was here?

Of course he did They were hisKat, yet Ryodan refused to teach her a bloody thing She was far better raw hlin She was a freaking Valkyrie, forged of steel with the sword to prove it!