Zara didn't flinch. Slowly, she leaned forward despite the searing pain in her body, locking her gaze onto Isaac's.
"Then why didn't you let him kill me?" she spat with unwavering defiance. "Why stop him at all? Just finish this damn game already. I'm tired."
For a second, his hand shot up in rage, ready to strike her again. But he froze midway. His fingers curled into a tight fist, trembling with fury.
Instead of hitting her, he pointed a finger in her face and hissed, "Don't worry. Once we get the money, he will end it for you. We can't let you walk out of here alive."
A cruel sneer stretched across his face, and for a moment, the malice in his eyes burned brighter than ever.
"Let me tell you a little secret," he said, taking a slow step toward her. "I never loved your mother."