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030: The Master's Eye

Author: Makie P
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-09 23:15:30

Elena's POV

I settled into one of the single couches in my living room with a cup of freshly brewed coffee, the steam rising from the mug like incense in a temple of revenge. On my laptop screen, the security footage from St. Mary's funeral home was open and ready to play. My contact in the funeral home had delivered exactly as promised, with the caption ‘a movie I know you'll love to see’. Crystal clear surveillance video of Isabella and Sophia's midnight mission.

"Let's see how far you're willing to fall," I murmured to myself, clicking the play button.

I could see Isabella, limping heavily but moving with obvious determination, supported by Sophia who kept looking over her shoulder like a frightened animal. They moved through the home's service corridors with an obviously stolen keycard. They were actually smarter than I gave them credit for.

I took a sip of coffee and watched my enemies dance to the choreography I wrote days ago and set in motion when Mr Chadwick called Isabella
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