“How… did you do it?”

Isha could hardly believe that Leon had just taken her down.

“When we ran into each other in the corridor, neither you nor Rosvisser had a kill card. If you had, you wouldn’t have just run away.”

“And only ten minutes have passed since then—hardly enough time to complete a task that would grant you a kill card…”

“So how exactly… did you do it?”

Leon’s method of taking down her aunt was less important to Noa than one burning question: Where was her mom?

According to her aunt, her parents had been together. So …