I went up to her, grabbed her shirt, and enveloped her in it, giving her a comforting embrace and patting her on the shoulder. "Why didn't you kill him?" I inquired. "Because I was a captive, and I was terrified. Before you, Zaria, I had lost all hope. If I had made a move, his formidable security system would have shielded him. He doesn't kill his enemies, he drives them to madness through torture," she clarified, holding onto me tightly and trembling. "I get it," I replied, turning to my mother, who understood my intentions. I knew there would be a massive argument about this, but at least she was on my side. "Tell me what Asher intends to do," I asked as we brought her inside. "Before we begin, I want to know one thing. If Asher wanted to turn me into what I am today, why did he hire someone to kill me during the tournament?" I questioned. "I'm sorry, Zaria. It wasn't Asher, it was me who hired that person to kill you!" She left me speechless. "How generous of you. Can you
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