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18 The Assassin

Author: Jenne Lopes
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-31 07:15:44
Evelyn

Someone was at the door, with the smell of a killer.

The handle turned slowly. I looked up from my work table, herbs scattered across the surface, my hands still holding the mortar and pestle I'd been using to grind wolfsbane root. The irony wasn't lost on me—I was preparing medicine with one of the deadliest substances known to werewolves.

A figure stepped inside. I couldn't tell if it was a man or woman—they wore loose, dark clothing that covered everything. Heavy jacket, baggy pants, thick gloves. Even their face was hidden behind a black mask that left only their eyes visible. But those eyes were what made my stomach drop. These were the eyes of a killer.

They closed the door behind them with a soft click.

"Dr. Graham." The voice sounded wrong—electronically altered, pitched deeper than natural. Could be male or female, but the depth suggested male. "Sorry to bother you so late."

My heart started hammering. "The medical cabin is closed. If this is an emergency—"

"It's not."
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  • He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth   68 Stabbed

    Evelyn"I said let go of me, you fucking hag!"There was no use hiding anything anymore. Margaret obviously knew who I was, and given that she was in Susan's room, it meant Susan had told her. Somehow, Margaret and Susan were working together.Margaret held onto my arm, her grip tight enough to bruise. "You think you can just waltz back here and fool everyone? You think we're all stupid?""Margaret, calm down," Susan said frantically from her bed. "Stop shouting."I could see Susan glancing nervously toward the door. She was terrified someone would be drawn by the commotion Margaret was causing."Five years," Margaret continued, her voice rising. "Five years you've been gone, and now you sneak back here pretending to be some visiting doctor? What kind of sick game is this?""Margaret, please," Susan hissed, but Margaret wasn't listening.Susan wasn't stupid. She was a self-entitled bitch, but not stupid. With the leverage I held over her, she'd do anything to break free. I'd made it c

  • He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth   67 My Stupid In-Law

    SusanMargaret stormed into my room without knocking, her face flushed with barely contained rage."It might be difficult working with Catherine," she announced, her voice sharp with frustration.My breathing quickened, irritation flooding through me. "What if Damon had been here with the way you just barged in?"Margaret faltered for a moment, clearly having no good answer to that, but pressed forward anyway. "Did you not hear what I just told you? Your mother is being deliberately annoying, claiming she doesn't remember me. It's outrageous.""Wouldn't it have been better for you to just ignore her too?"Margaret's face flushed deeper. "I shouldn't have to ignore anyone in my own pack. Especially not some arrogant—""Margaret," I cut her off, thinking this through. Something about this felt wrong. Mother didn't typically care about petty power struggles enough to play games. The only reason she and Margaret ever had issues in the past was because Margaret was always trying to impose

  • He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth   66 Using Mother

    EvelynThe next morning, I sat beside Catherine's bed, checking her pulse periodically as she slept. Her breathing was steady, natural. The fainting episode had passed without complications, but I knew the underlying cause was far more serious than anyone realized.Footsteps in the hallway made me look up. Margaret appeared in the doorway, and the sight of her made my stomach clench with rage. The memory of her cruel words to Ava, the satisfaction on her face as she'd destroyed a five-year-old's world, flooded back. For a moment, I imagined my hands around her throat.I forced my expression into professional neutrality."How is she?" Margaret asked, approaching the bed. Her tone was cold, dismissive - clearly she hadn't forgotten our last encounter either."Stable. She should wake up soon," I responded, keeping my voice carefully neutral.Margaret moved closer to the bed, deliberately ignoring me as she studied Catherine's face. "What exactly happened? Damon said she just collapsed."

  • He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth   65 The Gamble

    EvelynI stood frozen as Damon cradled Catherine's unconscious form. She'd been pointing at me, whispering about the resemblance between Ava and me. It was barely audible, but the recognition in her eyes had been unmistakable before she collapsed.My mind raced through my options. Catherine's behavior since arriving suddenly made complete sense - the memory lapses, the confusion, the way she'd forgotten her own research, couldn't remember making specific medical claims.Catherine had cognitive decline. And knowing her pride, she would never admit such weakness. That's why something this serious had gone unnoticed and untreated.I had two choices. I could gamble that when Catherine woke up, she wouldn't remember what triggered her collapse - which, given her condition, was highly likely. Or I could take Ava and run right now, while everyone was focused on the medical emergency.I looked at Ava, who stood pressed against the wall with wide, frightened eyes. Taking her meant explaining e

  • He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth   64 The Resemblance

    SusanI watched with satisfaction as Mother moved around my room, gathering medical supplies and setting up her equipment. She'd already thrown Dr. Graham's herbal compounds into the waste bin, muttering about "amateur remedies" under her breath.This was exactly what I'd been waiting for. Mother finally taking an active role in my treatment, which meant our plan could finally move forward."Don't worry, my dear baby," Mother said, checking my pulse with professional efficiency. "I'll have you feeling better in no time."I paused. "Mother, you keep calling me that. You never called me that before."Mother looked up, confused. "That's not true. I've always called you that when you were little."But I knew that wasn't true. Mother was never close to us as children. She was distant, focused on her work, only showing warmth toward Evelyn because they shared medical interests. I'd always been on the sidelines, watching my sister get Mother's attention and approval. When had Mother ever ref

  • He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth   63 Something Is Wrong With Her

    EvelynI received the summons to Damon's office with a mixture of relief and dread. At least I had a chance to defend my position, but facing both Damon and Catherine together felt like walking into a trap.When I arrived, I found Catherine already seated across from Damon's desk, looking composed and confident. Damon gestured for me to take the other chair."Dr. Graham, Dr. Winters has some concerns about your treatment approach for Susan," Damon began diplomatically. "I'd like to hear your response before making any decisions."A small spark of hope flickered in my chest. Damon had warned me about Catherine before. The fact that he'd called me here to get my side of the story instead of just accepting Catherine's dismissal meant something. Maybe he'd give me at least a little support.Catherine leaned forward immediately. "The treatment protocol is completely inadequate. Susan needs targeted enzyme therapy, not herbal remedies that mask symptoms without addressing the underlying gen

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