To Felicia, Maurice was the definition of a loose cannon—a rabid dog you couldn't leash. So, there was no way she was removing the twin venomous creature.
Without that connection, Maurice would have no reason to hold back. He'd take her life the second it suited him. But with the venomous creatures binding their fates together? He'd be forced to protect her if only to save his own skin.
Felicia knew she couldn't trust him completely. Still, she had to throw him a bone—like treating his legs. It was her way of showing she wasn't trying to burn every bridge.
Their eyes locked in a long, tense standoff. Finally, Maurice broke the silence, his tone dripping with something she couldn't quite place. "Fine. I agree. Just don't regret it later."
Maurice didn't elaborate, and Felicia didn't press him. With that, they reached an uneasy truce.
Once she was certain Maurice wasn't about to double-cross her again, Felicia got to work. She pulled out her needles and removed the lingering toxins that had been crippling him.
When Maurice stood up this time, it was different. There was no faltering and no collapsing back into his wheelchair. His legs were finally healed.
Maurice moved experimentally, taking a few steady steps. Then, he turned back to her with a satisfied smirk.
"When do you plan on heading back to Khogend?"
"Now," Felicia replied without hesitation.
The sooner, the better. Staying any longer only increased the risk of Maurice changing his mind—or, worse, pulling another stunt.
Maurice nodded at one of his men, who immediately made a call. Within minutes, his private plane was prepped and ready to go.
Maurice also assigned four of his most trusted men to accompany Felicia.
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