Tae had vanished into the shadows after his escape, holing up in a sprawling farmhouse he’d bought remotely under a fake name months ago—precautions for just such a getaway. The place was remote, tucked in rolling hills, with cozy rooms filled with plush furniture, a massive kitchen, and views that screamed freedom. He’d slipped Koo a scrap of paper with the address during their last prison visit, whispering, “No phones—cops might track you. Come in a week when the heat dies down.” Now, he paced the living room, his muscled body tense, waiting for her. Freedom tasted sweet, but incomplete without his slut.