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Juarez, Mexico — 1988
EVERYBODY KNEW WHEN SHABNAM VANISHED FROM THE HALLS OF KINGS THAT HE'D MET THE SAME FATE AS BRANDY, that his life had been taken by the hands of Inez Ilieva Asenova.
It was now the school realised just how much control Inez had, how much power she held and how unmatched she was intellectually.
There wasn't a thing anyone could do.
The world was in fact, hers.
Deranged wasn't the word. There was sanity there, in that pretty head of hers. If anything, she'd be the sanest person to attend that school.
And as for the lack of empathy she'd been described to have. It wasn't true, Inez had empathy.
She also had a brain. One that knew better than to constantly feed into such emotions.
Master Lin once said; "Emotions are a chemical mirage that will betray you, leave you exposed."
He was right.
Inez was reckless and impulsive when she felt threatened, even more so when it was her friends at stake.
She'd kill for hers. There was a list of names as evidence of that. No longer did she feel the need to die.
That was the last thing she was willing to do.
Speaking of "last things", Juarez was the last place she'd imagine herself to be.
Here she was, back to the leather couch sat in the centre of the room. The windows had bars, peaking through them you could make out the ocean front.
Piggish. The man was piggish. He was snotty in a way that made Inez cringe, he liked to think he was in control.
For the time being he was. Of the cartel, of course, never of Inez.
