The brazier burned low as they lay tangled together on the futon, the coverlet draped loosely over their bare shoulders. Miura’s fingers traced idle patterns on Sabrina’s arm, her gaze distant but calm.


    “What happens now?” Sabrina asked softly, her head resting on Miura’s chest.


    Miura’s hand stilled. “We finish what we started,” she said, her voice steady. “Robert needs to be stopped.”Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    Sabrina sighed, her fingers playing with the edge of the coverlet. “He’s not just going to let us walk away. And even if we succeed… he’s my brother, Miura.”


    Miura tilted Sabrina’s chin upward, forcing their gazes to meet. “Family doesn’t excuse what he’s done. You know that.”


    “I do,” Sabrina admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I also know what will happen if we’re caught.”


    Miura’s expression softened, but her resolve didn’t waver. “Then we won’t be caught. Together, we’re stronger than him. Stronger than all of them.”


    Sabrina nodded, her heart heavy but determined. “Together.”


    Miura pressed a gentle kiss to Sabrina’s forehead. “Rest now. Tomorrow, we take the first step.”