Talon narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?" he asked.Halo frowned. "What if your father gave it to Esil so you’d have a chance to take it before she hands it over?"Talon's jaw tightened. The idea had not crossed his mind before. At first he assumed his father was being theatrical, stirring unnecessary tension, but Halo had a point. If Zorro was meant to have the shares, there was no reason to go through Esil at all unless my father wanted an alternative.He muttered, "Esil is loyal to Zorro. She won't keep the shares from him."Halo shrugged. "Maybe not. But this gives you a window. She has them now, not him."Talon glanced down at the empty plate in his hand. His father was a cunning man who never made a move without reason. If this was a test, it meant he had not completely written Talon off yet. That sliver of uncertainty was all he needed to act.His eyes darkened with determination. "Then I need to get to Esil before Zorro does."The question remainedHow?A memory flashed in
Talon picked up his phone and dialed Esil while the boy sat quietly beside him. The orphanage caretaker accepted his card without a word and hurried off to bring the boy snacks and a big meal. The little one was clearly a foodie. His eyes lit up when he saw the plate of treats, and he eagerly dug in. Halo watched him from where she stood, feeling an unexpected fondness well up inside her. She had never been close to children, but there was something about his innocent enthusiasm that captivated her.The boy looked up at Talon and Halo as he munched on his food and said in a soft, cheerful tone, "I never expected this much, thank you." "You're most welcome." Halo responded in a quiet tone.Talon, noticing her softened expression, sat beside her. He engaged the boy in small talk, asking about his favorite food and making silly faces that drew genuine laughter from the child.Halo listened as the boy answered in a clear, high voice, his excitement infectious. She didn't expect him to
The boy sat between them in the backseat, his fingers still sticky with sugar from the cookies he'd devoured at the orphanage. Talon didn’t say much during the drive. Halo glanced at him now and then, noting how he kept checking the rearview mirror, not out of caution, but to glance at the kid.They pulled into a wide stone driveway. A house stood ahead, elegant yet warm, vines curling up one side and flowerbeds neatly trimmed along the porch. There was an old bronze wind chime at the entrance, swaging softly in the wind. The scent of something sweet baking could be smelt from an open window.Halo stepped out first, scanning the peaceful surroundings. Talon opened the door for the boy, who stepped out hesitantly, holding onto the edge of Talon's jacket.The door creaked open before they could knock. An elderly man with a thick grey mustache and sleep in his eyes stepped out, blinking at the sunlight. He straightened when he saw Talon."Ashwood. You're a sight.""Eli. Sorry to drop i
Zorro stood in the center of the room, his face a mask of controlled fury. He paced back and forth, shocked and annoyed."There is no way Esil would hand over the shares to you just like that, she is my wife, how would she hand over the shares to you."Muttering under his breath, He lifted his phone and tried dialing Esil's number. The phone rang once, then twice, but the call went unanswered. The message on his screen read 'Number busy.' Frustration mounting, he switched apps and attempted to text Esil directly. His texts would not deliver. Even his social media messages bounced back to him: it seemed Esil had blocked him."She blocked me? She blocked me?!" he repeated in disbelief, his voice rising in anger.Determined to get an answer, he called Esil's sister. The call went straight to voicemail. He then tried reaching Esil's uncle, and again there was no answer.Not willing to give up, he called Esil's mother, but still, nothing. He paced furiously, kicking the leg of the dining
Talon sat on the bench just outside the manor, staring blankly into the trees with his arms crossed.The doctor had come with the ambulance an hour ago. They took his father's body, wrapped it, covered it respectfully, and carried it out of the house. Zorro had watched them leave, his face tear-streaked. Halo stood quietly, a few feet away from Talon, watching him, but not coming too close.She wanted to at least offer comfort to him.But he didn’t want comfort.He didn't want to hear her soothing voice,He didn’t want pity or soft words.,He wanted silence.The doctor lingered behind. Talon had just opened his mouth to ask about the official report, stroke, heart failure, anything that could be written off as a natural death. But Dr. Gregg had hesitated, then gestured for Talon to follow him away from the others."I need to speak to you. Alone," the doctor said.Talon stepped onto the balcony with the doctor following behind him."What is it?"Dr. Gregg looked over his shoulder, the
It didn’t take long.By the time the afternoon sun started dipping into early evening, Chief Rawley arrived with two patrol vans, three officers in dark blue uniforms, and a notepad already filled with scribbled questions.Talon stood at the front door, waiting. Zorro lingered behind him, arms folded, his expression tight. Halo stayed inside the living room, seated, hands clasped together, her gaze flicking between the door and the hallway.Chief Rawley stepped forward. “Mr. Ashwood.”Talon nodded. “Thank you for coming.”The officers moved around the perimeter, entering the kitchen and back corridors. The staff were already lined up in the service hallway, murmuring nervously among themselves. The butler stood straight and sharp.The cook who’d peeked out earlier was pale, avoiding everyone’s gaze.“Your report said murder,” Rawley said under his breath as he stepped aside with Talon. “We’ll need the doctor's findings in full before making this official.”“Doctor Greg is ready to coo
Halo had found a spare nightwear and fallen asleep in the guest bedroom, expecting to return home later. However, Talon had insisted on spending the night. The new mobile phone Talon had purchased for Halo sat on the bedside table, and Halo had punched in her parent's numbers, accidentally flashing Scarlet instead. When Scarlet called back, her tone was far from happy.As Halo glanced over at Talon, she noticed he was stirring in his sleep. His hands were clasped over his chest, and his knees were drawn up to his torso in a fetal position. Suddenly, Halo heard rushed panicked breaths from Talon, and she was immediately alarmed.She went to his side and lightly shook his shoulders.Talon's green eyes blinked open, glazed over with unshed tears."Are you crying?" She realized it was a stupid question as soon as she saw the tears. Talon stood up from the bed, moving the sheets aside, and muttered, "I'm fine, go back to bed."Halo's confusion and worry grew. "I can't go back to bed, Tal
Shortly after Halo left, the back door creaked open again. Karina slipped inside, her jacket slung over one shoulder and a smirk playing on her lips."Forgot something," she purred, closing the door behind her.Talon didn’t argue. He was too conflicted.When Karina approached him, he let her touch him, let her kiss him.But as her hands roamed, Talon found himself holding back.His mind wasn’t on Karina. It was stuck upstairs, behind a locked door where someone he had left upstairs was pretending not to be hurt.After a few strained minutes, Talon pulled away."You should go," he muttered, standing up and grabbing her jacket from the chair.Karina sighed dramatically but didn't argue. She took the jacket, gave him a lazy wink, and slipped out the door without a word.The house fell quiet again.Talon stood there, his hands clenched, before forcing himself eventually to move. He walked upstairs, every step feeling heavier than the last.He hesitated outside the door before then knocked
Shortly after Halo left, the back door creaked open again. Karina slipped inside, her jacket slung over one shoulder and a smirk playing on her lips."Forgot something," she purred, closing the door behind her.Talon didn’t argue. He was too conflicted.When Karina approached him, he let her touch him, let her kiss him.But as her hands roamed, Talon found himself holding back.His mind wasn’t on Karina. It was stuck upstairs, behind a locked door where someone he had left upstairs was pretending not to be hurt.After a few strained minutes, Talon pulled away."You should go," he muttered, standing up and grabbing her jacket from the chair.Karina sighed dramatically but didn't argue. She took the jacket, gave him a lazy wink, and slipped out the door without a word.The house fell quiet again.Talon stood there, his hands clenched, before forcing himself eventually to move. He walked upstairs, every step feeling heavier than the last.He hesitated outside the door before then knocked
Halo had found a spare nightwear and fallen asleep in the guest bedroom, expecting to return home later. However, Talon had insisted on spending the night. The new mobile phone Talon had purchased for Halo sat on the bedside table, and Halo had punched in her parent's numbers, accidentally flashing Scarlet instead. When Scarlet called back, her tone was far from happy.As Halo glanced over at Talon, she noticed he was stirring in his sleep. His hands were clasped over his chest, and his knees were drawn up to his torso in a fetal position. Suddenly, Halo heard rushed panicked breaths from Talon, and she was immediately alarmed.She went to his side and lightly shook his shoulders.Talon's green eyes blinked open, glazed over with unshed tears."Are you crying?" She realized it was a stupid question as soon as she saw the tears. Talon stood up from the bed, moving the sheets aside, and muttered, "I'm fine, go back to bed."Halo's confusion and worry grew. "I can't go back to bed, Tal
It didn’t take long.By the time the afternoon sun started dipping into early evening, Chief Rawley arrived with two patrol vans, three officers in dark blue uniforms, and a notepad already filled with scribbled questions.Talon stood at the front door, waiting. Zorro lingered behind him, arms folded, his expression tight. Halo stayed inside the living room, seated, hands clasped together, her gaze flicking between the door and the hallway.Chief Rawley stepped forward. “Mr. Ashwood.”Talon nodded. “Thank you for coming.”The officers moved around the perimeter, entering the kitchen and back corridors. The staff were already lined up in the service hallway, murmuring nervously among themselves. The butler stood straight and sharp.The cook who’d peeked out earlier was pale, avoiding everyone’s gaze.“Your report said murder,” Rawley said under his breath as he stepped aside with Talon. “We’ll need the doctor's findings in full before making this official.”“Doctor Greg is ready to coo
Talon sat on the bench just outside the manor, staring blankly into the trees with his arms crossed.The doctor had come with the ambulance an hour ago. They took his father's body, wrapped it, covered it respectfully, and carried it out of the house. Zorro had watched them leave, his face tear-streaked. Halo stood quietly, a few feet away from Talon, watching him, but not coming too close.She wanted to at least offer comfort to him.But he didn’t want comfort.He didn't want to hear her soothing voice,He didn’t want pity or soft words.,He wanted silence.The doctor lingered behind. Talon had just opened his mouth to ask about the official report, stroke, heart failure, anything that could be written off as a natural death. But Dr. Gregg had hesitated, then gestured for Talon to follow him away from the others."I need to speak to you. Alone," the doctor said.Talon stepped onto the balcony with the doctor following behind him."What is it?"Dr. Gregg looked over his shoulder, the
Zorro stood in the center of the room, his face a mask of controlled fury. He paced back and forth, shocked and annoyed."There is no way Esil would hand over the shares to you just like that, she is my wife, how would she hand over the shares to you."Muttering under his breath, He lifted his phone and tried dialing Esil's number. The phone rang once, then twice, but the call went unanswered. The message on his screen read 'Number busy.' Frustration mounting, he switched apps and attempted to text Esil directly. His texts would not deliver. Even his social media messages bounced back to him: it seemed Esil had blocked him."She blocked me? She blocked me?!" he repeated in disbelief, his voice rising in anger.Determined to get an answer, he called Esil's sister. The call went straight to voicemail. He then tried reaching Esil's uncle, and again there was no answer.Not willing to give up, he called Esil's mother, but still, nothing. He paced furiously, kicking the leg of the dining
The boy sat between them in the backseat, his fingers still sticky with sugar from the cookies he'd devoured at the orphanage. Talon didn’t say much during the drive. Halo glanced at him now and then, noting how he kept checking the rearview mirror, not out of caution, but to glance at the kid.They pulled into a wide stone driveway. A house stood ahead, elegant yet warm, vines curling up one side and flowerbeds neatly trimmed along the porch. There was an old bronze wind chime at the entrance, swaging softly in the wind. The scent of something sweet baking could be smelt from an open window.Halo stepped out first, scanning the peaceful surroundings. Talon opened the door for the boy, who stepped out hesitantly, holding onto the edge of Talon's jacket.The door creaked open before they could knock. An elderly man with a thick grey mustache and sleep in his eyes stepped out, blinking at the sunlight. He straightened when he saw Talon."Ashwood. You're a sight.""Eli. Sorry to drop i
Talon picked up his phone and dialed Esil while the boy sat quietly beside him. The orphanage caretaker accepted his card without a word and hurried off to bring the boy snacks and a big meal. The little one was clearly a foodie. His eyes lit up when he saw the plate of treats, and he eagerly dug in. Halo watched him from where she stood, feeling an unexpected fondness well up inside her. She had never been close to children, but there was something about his innocent enthusiasm that captivated her.The boy looked up at Talon and Halo as he munched on his food and said in a soft, cheerful tone, "I never expected this much, thank you." "You're most welcome." Halo responded in a quiet tone.Talon, noticing her softened expression, sat beside her. He engaged the boy in small talk, asking about his favorite food and making silly faces that drew genuine laughter from the child.Halo listened as the boy answered in a clear, high voice, his excitement infectious. She didn't expect him to
Talon narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?" he asked.Halo frowned. "What if your father gave it to Esil so you’d have a chance to take it before she hands it over?"Talon's jaw tightened. The idea had not crossed his mind before. At first he assumed his father was being theatrical, stirring unnecessary tension, but Halo had a point. If Zorro was meant to have the shares, there was no reason to go through Esil at all unless my father wanted an alternative.He muttered, "Esil is loyal to Zorro. She won't keep the shares from him."Halo shrugged. "Maybe not. But this gives you a window. She has them now, not him."Talon glanced down at the empty plate in his hand. His father was a cunning man who never made a move without reason. If this was a test, it meant he had not completely written Talon off yet. That sliver of uncertainty was all he needed to act.His eyes darkened with determination. "Then I need to get to Esil before Zorro does."The question remainedHow?A memory flashed in
Halo stood before the heavy oak doors, inhaling deeply before knocking twice. The pause that followed was brief, but it felt like an eternity before a muffled voice granted her entry.She pushed the door open, stepping inside with measured caution. The room was dimly lit, the warm glow of a bedside lamp casting shadows across the walls. Mr. Sullivan lay against a mountain of pillows, his figure reduced to frailness.But he wasn’t alone.Zorro stood near the window, arms crossed, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His presence was a stark contrast to the old man in bed, alive, bright, and daunting, unlike Mr Sullivan's sick figure.Halo stiffened, but she did not let it show. She closed the door behind her and took a few steps closer. "Mr. Sullivan," she greeted, her voice calm despite the tension pressing against her ribs.His tired eyes flickered to her, assessing, calculating. "Halo Remington."A silence settled between them, only disturbed by the soft clink of ice against glass as Zor