Now every puzzle piece fell into place. This was the answer to my question—why would Christen Meng help my father if he knew he was once the Shadow Knight—not just any Shadow Knight—he was at one point the heir of the half, but now it was mine. Christen Meng wanted his brother’s throne. He couldn’t do it alone without his support, something that could stand against Meng Shao—Meng Shao who was rarely seen. There was not even a photo of him, not in the most confidential database, not even deep in the dark web. Killian at one point became a public figure for the sake of appearance his grandfather wanted to give him, but Meng Shao—no one knew his story, and now Christen Meng wanted his throne.He was helping my father so he could take the Shadow Knight and then they both would move to take over Meng Shao.For all his help, this was what Tommen owed him.I sat back on my bed and I could hear Killian’s silence as I pieced it together from the other side.“So, now?” I asked. “We trace the c
"I can’t see you disappear behind a disguise," Killian's words were said with a bit of melancholy that I didn’t know he could possibly hold. When I asked him later why is that?"The more you master the identity you are wearing the more you lose yourself," he looked into my eyes steady, yet there was something chaotic about it too."It will slowly deconstruct your sense of identity."I know what he meant when I looked myself in the mirror that day, an almost sick kind of relief washed over me. Instead of my sea-green eyes I was looking back at the dark eyes. The brown skin, there was a mole on the side of the cheekbone. It wasn’t just a disguise it was a different skin… and it felt… wonderful.I am not Mila Anderson anymore."But who you are will, never change, " the familiar haunting voice came from my right and I whipped my head so quickly in the direction, my green eyes now morphed into a more icy and hardened look."Father," I whispered but it echoed in the void. I swallowed as a c
I took a deep breath. “Yes,” I finally said. Finally reminding myself what was happening and where I am. This was the Transformation Room, as they call it—or for short, TR.The Transformation Room is actually a hall in the Shadow Knight base, with eight fluorescent white lights lighting up the whole room. I think at least a hundred people could fit in if they stood touching one another. The floor was white, and floor-to-ceiling mirrors replaced the walls. I would look around anywhere, and I would look right into my own green eyes.It was unsettling. I had never looked so much into my own eyes before. They stood out—reminding me every single time that I’m an Anderson. Those were the eyes of the man who… and the pictures in the white files flashed behind my eyes, turning a cold pit in my stomach.On my right side, there were lines of stands with all kinds of clothes and uniforms hanging. In front of me was a long table with salon seats lined against the mirror. There were makeup it
“You have an ABP on you, and there is a lookout for you everywhere. Adeline Anderson homicide is a high classified case, as of now,” Yusuf said as he stood in the office.“Therefore, transporting you to the headquarters is going to be challenging,” Bash said, standing beside Yusuf, his expression neutral and professional, but he briefly glanced at Killian before training his eyes back to me. “There are news and posters of you on every news channel.”“I am a suspect or declared a fugitive?” I asked, rolling my eyes and leaning back on the sofa.“Someone is clearly pushing for you to be found,” Killian said. He sat beside me, looking at me with an obvious look.“Great!” I scoffed. My father can’t wait to kill me. “What’s the plan then?” I asked.“The plan is to keep it low key,” Bash said.“Isn’t that the motto here?” I raised my eyebrow and looked at the three of them.“He also means that we have to work on a disguise, and your means of transport has to be unexpected,” Killian said. “A
I did think of the possibility that Tommen knew something, but this… the extent I couldn’t guess. But now, he might have guessed already that I have something to do with KJM, and this will cost me—what I am not willing to pay.Killian moved before I did, the chair he was casually rocking now fell forward with a thud as he abruptly got up, his phone in his hands, making calls as he paced the room. I heard him talking and setting up as I pulled out my laptop from under my desk. After all of my previous devices were thrown out, I was provided the replacement. I configured it as before.Good thing everyone is already attuned. My fingers fly on the keyboard with practiced ease, as my thoughts run a mile a minute to make sure I don’t miss anything. This time I can’t afford any mistake.“I need to know everyone’s current location on KJM,” Killian's voice was low but commanding. It was the kind of voice that one wouldn’t be able to look away from, even if he was coming at them with a knife.M
“I do not tolerate lies, love,” Killian’s dark gaze pinned me to my seat and it was clear nothing would satisfy him but the truth. He has a way of looking at me, putting me on edge and yet making me feel safe, pressing me to reveal more than I want to. His eyes wander on my face, searching again as if he will read my mind. A moment passed and neither of us uttered anything and then, he finally spoke as if he found what he was looking for. “There is a strategic reason for this,” he said, his head tilted, looking deep into my eyes and his expression turned thoughtful. “This is not a whim, you don’t do things on a whim,” he whispered the last part more to himself and his gaze became clear. The probing gaze that was intimidating me was now turning soft. “What is it?” he asked, not freeing me from the hold of his gaze and I blinked. He raised his hand and cupped my face, I froze as he caressed my cheek softly. The gesture was surprisingly tender and it gutted me. I am lying, I am lyi