Chapter 18 Little Toy

• That morning, Rania barely touched her breakfast, her eyes kept glancing at the phone lying beside her plate, as though the terrifying message from the night before could reappear at any moment. The morning sunlight, usually so calming, now only felt like a cold spotlight exposing every fear she was trying to hide. She finally showed the message to Aleksander the moment they sat together in the dining room, before the others came down.
• Aleksander's face hardened instantly reading that sentence, his jaw tensing in a way Rania had begun to recognize as a sign of anger held back with great effort. "They know about our conversation last night," he murmured, more to himself. "The details about Rendra, the exact timing—this is no coincidence."
• "How is that possible?" Rania asked, her voice trembling. "You said this house is guarded so tightly. Who could leak information that fast?"