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How To Love A Murderer. Capture the Queen.
Chapter Forty: Capture the Queen The Parisian night was a glittering tapestry outside the hotel balcony, but Zhedya saw none of it. His focus was entirely on the phone pressed to his ear, his voice a carefully controlled calm.“Report. How is he?”The driver’s voice was hesitant on the other end. “Sir, he… he insisted on a stop today. First, he went to that little bookshop on Elm Street. He was inside for about twenty minutes.”“And?” A flicker of irritation, sharp as a razor, cut through Zhedya’s tone.“Then… he instructed me to drive to an apartment building. A John Miller’s residence. He was there for over an hour.”Zhedya’s grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles bleaching white. The romantic glow of the Eiffel Tower now felt like a mockery. “John Miller. You’re certain?” he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous, quiet level.“Yes, sir.”“That will be all. Do not let him out of your sight again.” He ended the call without another word, the silence in the room suddenly dea
How To Love A Murderer. Cracks in the Glass.
Chapter Thirty Nine: Cracks in the GlassIan hugged himself against the chill, standing by the sleek black car at the busy airport. The noise of engines and announcements felt overwhelming.“Call me when you get there,” Ian said, his voice a little shaky. “I wish you didn’t have to go. I’m gonna miss you so much.”Zhedya cupped his face, his touch warm and familiar. “Only three days, my love. The penthouse is yours. The guards are there. Don’t leave unless it’s an emergency, and take the driver.” He tucked a strand of hair behind Ian’s ear. “I’ve programmed the car’s GPS for your safety. Only approved locations.”“You do too much,” Ian whispered, pulling him closer for a long, deep kiss, trying to memorize the feeling.“Be good. Take your medication. I’ll call you tonight.” Zhedya’s grey eyes held his. “I love you.”“I love you too. Have a safe flight,” Ian forced a smile, his heart already aching.He watched Zhedya disappear into the crowd, a confusing mix of relief and loneliness
How To Love A Murderer. Storytelling Lies.
Chapter Thirty Eight: Storytelling LiesThe interrogation room was cold and sterile, but Zhedya Hunter looked perfectly at home. Dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, he sat with his hands resting comfortably on the metal table, a picture of calm confidence.Agent Callista Monroe slid a high-resolution CCTV print across the table. It clearly showed Zhedya's profile in the hallway of the Faculty of Arts building at Newton University.“I just want to ask a few questions. I hope you’ll cooperate,” she said, her voice tight.“Of course,” Zhedya nodded, his smile polite and utterly unreadable."Dr. Hunter. Let's not waste time. This is you, two months ago, at Newton University’s Faculty of Arts.”“And so, Callista?” he raised a single, perfectly shaped eyebrow, as if mildly bored.“Our person of interest, Dr. Harrow, was found dead two weeks later. And an ex-student of his, Louis, has been missing for more than a month now.Care to explain your presence in a place so... far from your usual
How To Love A Murderer. The Glasses Shatters.
Chapter Thirty Seven: The Glasses Shatters. Another check-up. The words felt heavy in Ian’s foggy mind. He sat in the passenger seat of Zhedya’s car, his head leaning against the cool window. He was so tired, a deep exhaustion that sleep never cured.Outside, Zhedya and Dr. Ethan were talking. Ian watched through the glass, his vision slightly blurry. He couldn't hear them, but he didn't need to. Dr. Ethan’s face was a mask of urgent concern, his hands moving in sharp, worried gestures. Zhedya, in contrast, stood perfectly still, his posture cold and dismissive. Then, as if feeling Ian’s gaze, Zhedya glanced toward the car and gave the doctor a chilling, calm smile that didn't reach his eyes.Ian caught fragments of the raised voices as the doctor lost his composure."…a month was the maximum, Zhedya! His system can’t handle this!""…memory loss… emotional instability… it’s becoming permanent!""You’re causing neurological damage! I won’t be responsible for what happens to him!"
How To Love A Murderer. The Unspoken War.
Chapter Thirty Six: The Unspoken War“You know you didn’t have to be the one to drive me,” Zhedya muttered from the passenger seat, not looking up from the documents in his hands. The city lights slid by the tinted windows of the luxury car.“I wanted to, for goodness sake,” Ian insisted, his grip tight on the steering wheel. He was trying so hard to seem normal, to prove he was okay. “I’m fine with this. And this car is really cool, for real.”Zhedya pretended to relax, but his senses were hyper-focused on Ian. He watched the way his knuckles were white, the slight tremble in his shoulders. He was a hawk disguised as a passenger.Suddenly, Ian’s breath hitched. The streetlights ahead smeared into blinding, painful streaks. A high-pitched ringing screamed in his ears, drowning out all other sound. His hands went numb and slipped from the wheel.“Zhedya…” his voice was a slurred, panicked whisper. “I can’t… the lights…”“It’s alright, my love.” Zhedya’s voice was a calm, steady anc
How To Love A Murderer. Pulling Weeds.
Chapter Thirty-Five: Pulling Weeds"Are we there yet?" Ian asked, a giddy laugh bubbling up as Zhedya kept his hands firmly over his eyes, guiding him through the penthouse. The anticipation was killing him."Almost, my love. Just a few more steps... okay. Now."Zhedya dropped his hands. Parked in the middle of the private garage was a car. But not just any car. It was a low-slung, hyper-modern sports car, painted a deep, shimmering blue that looked like a midnight sky. It had a giant red bow on the hood."A gift for my award-winning journalist," Zhedya said, his voice dripping with pride. "So you never have to rely on cabs or... other people... again. It's programmed to only recognize your fingerprint and mine. It's completely safe."Ian's excited smile faltered for just a second. A normal car would have been amazing. This felt... like a tracking device on four wheels. A beautiful, expensive cage.Zhedya caught the flicker of doubt instantly. "Don't you like it?" he asked, his tone
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