Mag-log in"Stop arguing about administrative details, Arabella!" Alcott snapped, his patience evaporating as he glared at her. He turned back to me. "Hand over the digital verification code, Sebastian. Finish it." I didn't move an inch. I locked my eyes onto Alcott. "Where is the antidote?" I asked again, m
I wasn't walking into this meeting because I believed Alcott or Arabella possessed an ounce of honor. I was going because I couldn't live the rest of my life wondering if I could have saved her if I’d just been brave enough to step into the dark. The location was an abandoned cold-storage warehouse
Sebastian Clayton was pacing back and force near the ICU doors. Thomas and Annalise stood a few feet away. Thomas had an arm wrapped tightly around his wife’s shoulders, both of them staring at me as if I had just announced I was walking into a burning building. Which, practically speaking, I was
He tilted his head against Eloise's hair, mocking. "Funny thing about your wife, brother. She wasn't nearly as innocent as you wanted to believe. She's been my willing little mistress for months. Every single thing she did — the poison, all of it — she did because I asked her to." "That's a lie," E
Eloise Her head throbbed in time with a deep, sick pounding that made the dark storage room tilt every time she moved. She pressed a hand to the back of her skull and it came away wet. But as the darkness threatened to pull her under, she forced herself to stop crying. She couldn't lie here wait
Thomas ignored them completely, speaking calmly into his phone. "Put me through to the senior asset management team in Geneva. I need to activate the emergency provisions attached to the family trust. We have a medical crisis, and time is limited.” There was a brief pause. “Of course, sir. May I c







