Ragnar froze mid-step when the voice echoed down the hallway.
He didn't need to turn around.
He didn't need to see the name tag.
He would recognize that voice even in his sleep.
His jaw tightened.
No. Not her.
As much as he told himself that he wanted nothing to do with the owner of that voice, his conscience refused to let him ignore it completely. At the very least, he needed to confirm that he wasn't mistaken.
Just a quick look.
If it wasn't her, he would return to Roz immediately.
Ragnar silently prayed that his ears had betrayed him.
But the closer he got, the clearer the voice became—sharp, familiar, unmistakable.
He shut his eyes tightly.
It was her.
Silvia.
For some reason, she was alone.
And worse—she was surrounded.
Across from her stood a group Ragnar immediately recognized: Dark Python. At their center was Trixie, standing close to her boyfriend, Robert, both wearing smug expressions as their teammates fanned out.
They were ganging up on Silvia.
