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TRAP

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ELEANOR SINCLAIR

Sleep was a luxury that none of us could quite afford.

Helen-Nora, however, exhausted by the emotional pain, did finally get a fitful night's sleep. Marcus, ever vigilant, stood silent guard at the window. I opted to sleep on the floor, the stale smell of the motel room clinging to me, my mind a whirlpool of fear, fury, and a slow-building, lethal hope.

Vincent Moreau. His name tasted like ash. For years, he'd been a shadow, a ghost, a poisonous presence in my life. He was an invisible rope that kept me tethered to a past I was eager to escape. Even now, he was a present threat. We stood on the brink of tumbling with him into his trap.

With the dawn growing stronger and throwing unfavorable light on the filthy room, we began refining our plan. The derelict fishery was not just a location; it was a backdrop for the final act of this gruesome drama.

"We need to slip in undetected," Marcus stated, tracing the boundary of the fishery on his screen with his finger. "The
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  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   THE PREDATOR

    ELEANOR SINCLAIR The dull crunch of the front door closing echoed in the fishery.It was also a sound that had nailed Helen-Nora's fate, for now. My own hands, steady in spite of the tension in my chest, fiddled with the lens on the camera, simply a question of adjusting the focus on the expected meeting place. Marcus sat a few feet away, a bent form over a tangle of wires, his breathing a gentle rasp in the earpiece as he monitored the body cam feed.And then, from the earpiece, Vincent's voice came through, smooth as sharpened stone, but with a latticework of deadly possessiveness beneath."Helen-Nora, my dear. Right on time. You look. suitably subdued. Just the way I like my little birds."I clenched my jaw, a chill of revulsion crawling down my back. He was performing his act, weaving his toxic glamour. Helen-Nora's voice, a high wire, answered, "Vincent. We have to talk about the papers. The lease.""Oh... we both know that was all a façade, sweetheart," Vincent leaned in, his v

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   TRAP

    ELEANOR SINCLAIR Sleep was a luxury that none of us could quite afford.Helen-Nora, however, exhausted by the emotional pain, did finally get a fitful night's sleep. Marcus, ever vigilant, stood silent guard at the window. I opted to sleep on the floor, the stale smell of the motel room clinging to me, my mind a whirlpool of fear, fury, and a slow-building, lethal hope. Vincent Moreau. His name tasted like ash. For years, he'd been a shadow, a ghost, a poisonous presence in my life. He was an invisible rope that kept me tethered to a past I was eager to escape. Even now, he was a present threat. We stood on the brink of tumbling with him into his trap.With the dawn growing stronger and throwing unfavorable light on the filthy room, we began refining our plan. The derelict fishery was not just a location; it was a backdrop for the final act of this gruesome drama."We need to slip in undetected," Marcus stated, tracing the boundary of the fishery on his screen with his finger. "The

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   ON THE RUN

    ELEANOR SINCLAIR And once again, we are on the run.As I sit in the bus as it drives away, taking us to the destination where we intend to gather all we need to launch one single strike against Vincent, I can only think of how much I miss the comforts of my home. Some hot bath. A nice, tasty meal. Some proper dessert. The comfort of my bed.When the bus finally pulls to a stop, and in the early hours of the morning after a thirty-minute drive, we are forced to opt for a hotel, a cheap one with a room that smells of stale, long forgotten cigarettes and some cheap lavender cleaner that arouses a certain familiarity in my head. The peeling wallpaper on the walls and flickering, unsteady, fluorescent light hanging above us do little to ease the tension coiled in my chest, as we are a long way over from Vieuti and holed up in a rundown motel that takes cash straight and asks no questions. It's easy to know the kind of people who will patronize this place-people like Vincent Moreau.The n

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   RETREAT

    ELEANOR SINCLAIR Her words stir something within me-pride, maybe, or relief. I feel that she's not the shattered thing Vincent tried to make her into. Not now. She has stood her ground and fought back, somehow, and that's more than I ever thought I'd ever get to see."You're not going back," I say fiercely, holding onto her shoulders. "We're done with him and using you as bait for him. We're done with all of it."She nods, though she looks out at the shadows, fear etched on each line of her face. "He'll find me," she says. "He always does. He knows too much, Eleanor. Things about me, about what I did to you. He'll kill me if he can't have what he wants.""Let him try," I say, my voice sharp, cutting through the fog. "He doesn't own you or me. Not anymore."She stares at me listlessly, her eyes lost, and I can see the clear evidence of her guilt. She is paying the price of all those years, and the sorrow resulting from it is etched on her face. "I don't deserve this," she whispers, h

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   ASSURANCE

    ELEANOR SINCLAIR"She'll be all right."I turn in the direction of Marcus's voice beside me."I know," I say. "And yet I cannot help but feel that I permitted my sister to be welcomed by that beast of a man. He is not a man to be trusted, you see."We are at the end of an abandoned bridge, stationary as the worn planks creak beneath my feet and I gaze out into the darkness. The small river beneath us is restless in a mood I reckon is identical to my own heart, the relentless waves-if they can be called waves-pounding against the pilings in that rhythm. The air is saturated with the smell of wet sand, and my nose, a sensitive organ, can also pick up the faint scent of diesel from the fishing trawlers about to start on their nightly journey. Vieuti is not much different from when I left as I see it-the same tilted streetlights casting their faint glow, same murmurs of gossip blowing off the narrow alleys between women, and the same overwhelming feeling of being watched by eyes I cannot

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   A LAST REQUEST

    VINCENT MOREAU"You're going to do something for me," I whisper, coming close, my tone a threat in the back of my throat. "You're going to make sure that you get as far away from Vieuti as possible, and make sure that you never come back."She trembles, her voice shaking now in sincerity. "I'm not your pawn anymore, Vincent. I'm done with your games.""Not done with who?," I bark, holding her wrist as hard as I can. She tries to yank her hand back, but I hold it in a tight grip, my fingers digging into the flesh. "You're in my debt, Helen-Nora. You took my money, you did what you were paid to do, and now you're going to watch that you don't blow it. Or I'll see that everyone knows what you really are-what you did to your own sister."She gasps and for a moment I believe she will cry. Then her face tightens and she yanks her wrist out of my hold, her eyes blazing."You're a monster, Vincent. You believe you can control everyone, but you can't anymore.".I laugh, a harsh, hollow sound.

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