“The shadow that strays becomes the legend.”

For the next three days, she was hunted. Not by police or rival spies, but by her own brothers and sisters—operatives who followed orders without question. Each ambush she survived left her more wounded, more human.

The boat roared to life. The squad flinched. In that heartbeat, Maya dove sideways, not to escape, but to draw every bullet toward herself. She fell into the black water as the boat sped away into the strait.

He kept the rabbit on his desk for the rest of his life.