Chapter 19 - Knowing your weakness is the path to victory
"Huh?" Thalia blinked, now standing outside the airport in what was once mainland Northeast Europe—once called France.
A line of black Rolls-Royces and Range Rovers stood waiting, surrounded by stern-looking bodyguards.
The scene was impossible to ignore, drawing stares from everyone nearby. People had already started recording with their phones.
But that wasn't what left Thalia speechless.
"W-we were in Spain all this time?" she muttered, her eyes shifting to the young man stepping into one of the Rolls-Royces. Her father followed close behind him. She stared in confusion. The flight here had taken more than an hour in a private jet—clearly not a short trip. Now, the airport signs confirmed her location.
She had unknowingly been in a foreign country all along.
"Isn't it obvious?" Cruxius said, settling into the car beside Darithi. He glanced at Thalia, who still stood frozen, eyeing the layers of security around her.
He added casually, "Don't even think about running. You really don't want me to put a collar on you next time, do you?"
"Y-you'll put a collar on me?" Thalia whispered, repeating his words as if trying to process them.
Her feet slowly moved toward the car. She reached out, hand trembling, eyes flicking back to the airport behind her—only to see more guards and even local authorities standing idly by.
Even if she screamed, she doubted they'd help.