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Lost in thought, Freya cup with an idea-though she wasn't entirely sure it would work.

She rose to her feet, but before she could take a single step, Brendan's eyes landed squarely on her. "Ms. Briggs,

where do you think you're going?"

"To the restroom," Freya answered crisply.

Brendan turned to Natasha and said, "Go with her."

"Is that really necessary?" Natasha asked, lazily sipping her juice through a straw. "It's not like she can jump

ship."

“She can't run, true, but hiding's a different story on a vessel this size," Brendan replied, casting a pointed

glance at Freya. "Besides, she doesn't know her way around. What if she gets lost?"

Setting down her juice, Natasha stood and followed Freya toward the restroom.

Along the way, she kept up a friendly chatter, laced with concern. "Any preference for dinner? | can talk to the

chef for you."

"I'm not picky."

"You remindof my mentor," Natasha said, glancing sideways at her.

To deflect suspicion, Freya asked casually, "Is that why you're being so nice- because | remind you of her?"

"Of course not," Natasha retorted with a soft laugh. "I just think the two of you would've hit it off. Quiet types,

not fussy about food."

"You're reading too much into it," Freya said with a shrug, her tone breezy.

When they reached the restroom, Freya went through the motions and stepped out wearing a hesitant

expression.

Natasha noticed immediately and asked bluntly, "What's wrong?"

"lI want to take a shower," Freya admitted. "I didn't get to last night, and I'm feeling uncomfortable."

"Go ahead,” Natasha said, not nearly as strict about such things as Brendan. "I'll take you."

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Freya followed along, thinking to herself that having a former apprentice who had switched allegiances could

actually be quite handy.

Natasha led her to the room, gave a few brief instructions, then locked the door and returned to Brendan.

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Freya casually scanned the room to check for cameras. Finding none, she slipped on a few fingerstalls and

opened Natasha's laptop.

She knew it was wrong to use someone else's things without asking, but given the situation, she had no choice.

The moment the device powered on, Natasha received a notification.

Freya spotted it but stayed composed, her fingers flying across the keyboats

In no tat all, she sent a message about their destination-Butterfly Island-to Greta and the rest, including Ellis.

She thought about messaging Kristian too, but knew he'd act on his own terms regardless. In the end, she just

typed, "Don't worry, I'm safe."

Once the messages were sent, she accessed Frederick's system and planted a virus into Natasha's machine.

Just as she finished, a chat box popped up on the screen. "Is that you?" Frederick was clearly excited, but didn't

dare call her Freya in case it wasn't really her on the other end.

Freya knew her twas limited, and that Natasha would likely ccheck after receiving the notification.

She quickly typed back, "Yes. Open the program | sent to your computer and hit Enter every ten minutes. | just

uploaded a virus to Natasha's laptop. Pressing Enter will upgrade it."

Frederick, ever dependable, replied, "No problem."

Freya closed the chat, wiped all traces, and powered the laptop down.

Making sure there were no fingerprints, she stepped into the bathroom, turned on the water, and began to

undress.

When Natasha returned, the first thing she did was check her laptop. Seeing it off, she frowned slightly. What

was this? How could there be a power-on alert when the device was shut down?

Her first instinct was to suspect Freya, but then again, if Freya had turned it on and then off, there should've

been a shutdown notification too.

Puzzled, she switched on the laptop. And what she saw left her utterly stunned!

She couldn't think about anything else, dragging over a chair and diving into the code to crack the virus.

Just when she was on the verge of breaking it, the virus upgraded.

At first, Natasha suspected Freya-if she were K, she might know how to turn the laptop off without triggering any

alerts.

But after the upgrade, her doubts faded.

Something felt off.

Natasha froze at the keyboard.

What if Freya was only pretending to shower while attacking her system from inside?

With that chilling thought, she ignored the virus.

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It was just code-it might fry her laptop, maybe even reveal her location.

Nothing she couldn't handle.

Tiptoeing to the bathroom door, she listened to the water, bit her lip in determination, then pushed the door

open and barged in.

Startled by the noise, Freya immediately grabbed a towel, her eyes sharp and wary.

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She'd figured Natasha might hover by the door, trying to catch the sound of running water and confirm she was

actually showering-but barging in like that? That hadn't even crossed her mind.

"What are you doing?" Freya asked, brows furrowing.

"N-Nothing," Natasha stammered, her face turning beet red. "I just... wanted to make sure things were safe in

here."

Freya shot her a look and said simply, "Out."

"We're both women. No need to be shy," Natasha replied, though her gaze flicked

to Freya's flushed skin, and her own cheeks darkened. "I'll just... leave. Take your time..."

She shut the door awkwardly behind her and covered her face with her hands.

What was wrong with her? Why had she even thought Freya was faking a shower?

Freya must think she was skind of creep now!

Her mentor always said to take responsibility for one's actions-but how was she,

a woman, supposed to take responsibility for walking in on another woman? What now? That virus had truly

messed her up.

Meanwhile, Freya had no idea her apprentice was spiraling outside the door.

Still uneasy, she rinsed off quickly. Before she could leave, Natasha was already there, waiting with a bag in

hand, saying she'd brought sclothes.

Freya accepted, changing into them while drying her own garments.

After getting dressed, she discreetly hid the miniature tracker Ellis had given her

in the most secure place she could manage, then strapped the poker and another device to her body.

Once she was set, she stepped out.

And right there, Natasha was waiting, glancing back with an awkward look on her

face.

"Freya... wait for me," Natasha said. "Once everything's over, | promise I'll make

amends."

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