登入As it turned out, the men who had escorted Irene into the old building and the men who had carried Giana up the neighboring peak had both been acting under the same orders. Neither group had acted on its own.Yelena was the one keeping Rebecca updated. "Confirmed, Miss Miller. Both of them are alone on the mountain right now."We haven't done anything that would seriously hurt them. They're not in any real danger, and there won't be any lasting harm. Think of it as a moderately harsh lesson. I'll send people up first thing tomorrow morning to bring them down."Rebecca had taken the call in the bathroom with the door locked. She hadn't told Oscar. He had already warned her to leave the Chamberlain sisters alone, and she had not exactly listened."Good. You handled this well." She set the phone down and looked at herself in the mirror.'Even if he finds out, it's fine. Irene came after me first. All I did was return the favor.' She nodded at her reflection. 'And Giana just happened
Two round eyes gleamed at her from the dark.Irene threw the phone before the thought had even fully registered. The light spun across the floor and vanished into the shadows.Something unclean was in the room with her. She was certain of it.Then the phone hit the ground, and the beam shifted to a different angle, finally revealing the source of those eyes.A fat rat sat in the middle of the floor, exactly where she had been staring. The room had stood empty for years, crammed with old furniture and forgotten junk, and apparently the rat had been living there the entire time.It didn't run. It sat upright on its hind legs and stared back at her with an expression that, under the circumstances, looked almost smug.Even with no one around to see it, heat rushed into Irene's face. A rat had just scared her half to death."Get out of here!" She grabbed the nearest object and hurled it.Her aim was terrible. The object missed the rat completely and struck something else in the dark
Irenee swept the flashlight beam from wall to wall as though the light itself could keep whatever lurked in the darkness at bay.It couldn't. Whatever had made the sound was gone. Every direction she aimed the beam revealed nothing.Then the noise came again from outside. A rustling, scraping sound dragged along the exterior wall, building slowly and blending into something that defied explanation. Beneath it, rising through the gaps in the old window frame, came a low, wavering moan."What's that? What's that sound?" Irene had reached the second window. She spun and aimed the flashlight at the glass. Her heart nearly stopped.Beyond the window, within the tree line swaying in the wind, stood the silhouette of a human figure. Each gust seemed to push it closer."Ah!"She stumbled backward. Her legs slammed into a row of old desks and chairs behind her, but she didn't stop. She kept retreating until she ran out of space and wedged herself into a corner, pulling her knees to her ch
Time moved slowly, and Irene gradually pulled herself back together.Those stories were folklore. None of it was real. She knew that.She lifted her gaze and carefully scanned the room. Darkness surrounded her on every side. The longer she stared into it, the more oppressive it felt."No. I'm not staying here."The peak was closed to visitors. Nobody was coming to let her out. She had to find her own way out.Having a goal helped. The fear didn't disappear, but it eased enough for her to think clearly.She had spent the entire afternoon in this room, and nothing had happened. Whatever had felt ominous moments earlier was still the same empty room it had been at 3:00 p.m. Only the light had changed.She switched on her phone's flashlight and began tracing the walls, searching for anything that might open.Her mouth insisted she wasn't afraid. Her heart disagreed. Every uneven step and every small sound caused by her own movement sent another jolt through her pulse.She reached
"We recorded it ourselves without her knowing. Sounds like you're her sister." The man shook his head. "Hard to understand. Same family, same blood. Who does something like this to their own sister? Even as a prank, this went too far."The group made their way down the path, their voices fading with the last of the light.Within minutes, the peak fell completely dark. They had taken everything: the flashlights, the phones, every remaining source of light she had.Giana lay back against the stone, all the strength draining out of her at once.It was not the drug. That had worn off hours ago.It was Irene, her youngest sister, the girl she had practically helped raise from the beginning. The one whose bad moods she had soothed, whose tantrums she had quietly endured.And this was what Irene had done.Giana wasn't going anywhere. She would stay exactly where she was. She wanted to see how far Irene intended to take this.She lay in the darkness, staring up at the sky, and at some
"What? Irene?!" Giana leaned closer to the phone.On the screen, Irene was caught mid-sentence, chin lifted and expression sharp with self-importance as she barked out instructions."We took that while she was briefing us. In this line of work, you protect yourself. If something goes wrong, you want a record."The explanation answered the question Giana hadn't managed to finish asking. It did nothing to stop the sinking feeling in her chest.'Irene… Not Rebecca… Irene, the sister I brought on this trip. The one whose travel expenses I paid in full. My youngest sister?!' she thought incredulously."Are you absolutely certain it's her? You're not showing me some random photo to make me suspicious of the wrong person?" Her voice had gone flat.She recognized the outfit in the photo. Irene had been wearing it when they left together that morning. Even so, Giana still did not want to believe it."We're not making anything up. You want proof?"One of the men pulled out a second phone
"There's no bus stop around here," Oscar said, scanning the road."It's only two miles," Rebecca replied lightly. "That's close."Oscar frowned. 'A girl her age, walking alone out of a place like this?'The Percham District, the city's shantytown, housed more than the poor. It drew drifters, loaf
Diana covered her nose and crouched beside the trash bin. She sifted through the discarded herbal dregs, examining them one handful at a time.With each closer look, her frown deepened. These were common sedative and calming herbs, mild and standard. If something this ordinary could cure Amara's he
Wasn't Oscar supposed to be the most insignificant man in the Chamberlain family? The one who stayed home, cooked, cleaned, and amounted to nothing?He had been thrown out of the Chamberlain house, yet he had managed to escape Dargan on his own?Amara's headache intensified. Before she could sort
Rebecca's voice trembled as she fought back tears. "I didn't steal anything! I just met my brother recently! You're the ones lying!"'If my grandparents hear I'm about to be expelled…' She could not even complete the thought.Her defense sounded thin and powerless."Expulsion isn't your only opti







