Kai Ren in silence.
Who the hell would outbid him—for Lina?
Not a rescuer. Not a fool. Not anyone normal.
This was something darker.
Someone wanted her—not for ransom, not for rescue—but for something else.
They tore through layers of proxies, firewalls crumbling one by one, until a single ping lit up the screen—Eastern Europe. It was the first real trace of Lina in months.
But then his connection snapped.
"Someone's erasing everything," he said, eyes wide. "This isn't just trafficking anymore. This is military-grade cloaking."
Kai Ren stood.
"They made a mistake," he whispered.
"They think she's a product," Kai Ren , voice low. "But they don't know who they just bought."