In the south suburbs of Cloud City stood a bungalow. The lights were turned on inside, and several guards paced the front yard.
There were also ten ancient martial arts practitioners hidden around the house.
On the second floor, Allegra was thrown onto a bed roughly. Her hands and feet were tied up, and her mouth was taped.
Tristan entered the room. His face was still swollen, but there was a smirk on his face.
Allegra was terrified when she saw him. She tried to scream, but the tape muffled the sound. This was the last thing she'd expected when she first met Tristan. He'd been so chivalrous and gentle then, but now, he was scary.
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