LOGINPOV: Mona“You said over the phone that you were able to locate one of the staff members.” I started.“Yes.”She picked up her phone.“I got someone to look into him.”She scrolled through the screen before tapping on a photograph.“Here.”She handed me the phone. I looked at the address first. Then the picture.I recognized the man. I'd seen him before, Maybe once or twice.I studied the picture again. I didn't stay around the company enough to know everyone. I only remember some of the staff, like Clara and Mr. Benson.“So he's still in the city?” I asked, looking up from the phone.Clara nodded. “Yes.”“Where?”She pointed at the address on the screen.“It's one of the quieter parts of the city.”I frowned slightly." So what about the others?”Clara shook her head. “Not yet. We haven't gotten their location.”I handed her phone back. “We could get to this one too and question him.”“Yes. That's what I was thinking.”“Does Mr. Benson know already?”“Yes. But he had something to att
POV: MonaWe didn't plan to meet at the Hart's Company this time around. Clara sent me an address that seemed to be her residence. I pulled up outside the small residential building as directed by the address. I just hoped I came to the right place. Instead of guessing, I checked the message again before getting out of the car.It was definitely the right place.I walked up to the front door and knocked. A few seconds later, it opened.Clara's face lit up when she saw me. “Miss Hart, you are here.”I smiled. “Of course.”“Please come in.”She stepped aside, and I walked in. I took two steps in before stopping.The house was a mess.A pair of tiny shoes sat in the middle of the floor. Toys were scattered around the couch, a few clothes were hanging over one of the chairs, and there were colored papers and crayons spread across the coffee table.I looked at Clara. She followed my gaze and gave me an awkward smile.“I'm sorry about the mess.”Before I could answer, something moved quic
POV: GregorI parked a few houses away from the address and killed the engine.I hadn't called ahead.There wasn't much point. I hadn't spoken to Marcus Silvego in years, and I wasn't even sure he still lived here.The last time we'd talked, I had been abroad. Marcus had been there for work, and somehow, after a situation that neither of us ever bothered explaining properly to anyone else, we'd ended up becoming friends.We kept in touch for a while after that.Then life happened. Calls became less frequent. Messages stopped. Eventually, we lost contact completely.But before that happened, Marcus had sent me pictures of his place in Ashcroft City and given me the address.If you ever come back, he'd told me, and you need something, find me here.I had remembered it. At least, I hoped I had. I got out of the car and looked at the building.It didn't look familiar. Of course it didn't. I'd never been there before so there was no reason for this place to mean anything to me.I checked t
POV: MonaWhere was he going dressed like that?I had watched Gregor leave the house in black clothes, carrying himself like he had somewhere important to be, not the excuse he gave Arthur about going to see a friend. Nah. I didn't believe that. Was he going to see the devil? Because who would dress like that to a friend's house for crying out loud. That excuse was lame and only heaven knew if Arthur actually ate that. Well he could, there was no basic reason for Arthur to suspect Gregor. But as for me, I had reasons. Okay minus the (s). It's a reason.We all know the reason right? My suspicion has been raised ever since Gregor saw whatever he saw on his phone and his mood changed. But then instead of coming out straight, he had lied that it was nothing. Nothing? And he kept to himself throughout the ride. Even when we got home, he didn't say much, just went upstairs in a hurry and left again in a hurry.I could bet my birth certificate that wherever he had left to was connected to
POV: GregorThe drive home wasn't jolly at all. At least to me. My mood had been ruined.I barely noticed the streets passing outside the window. My phone was still in my pocket, I didn't bring it out again or recheck the message but I could feel the weight of my phone as if the message were still sitting on the screen.They had sent me a picture.Mona and me walking into the restaurant.And those words underneath it.[ Found You Again.And right where you needed to be. ]I stared ahead, my thoughts moving faster than the car. So they were back. It was definitely them. The same people who had tried to kill me abroad.My first thought was that they had followed me here. Then I shook my head. No. They didn't follow me. They waited for me.My stomach tightened.They had predicted me. They knew I would come home. Maybe they had never even intended to kill me in the first place. Maybe the attack abroad had only been meant to scare me. To make me feel watched and unsafe.And now that messag
POV: MonaGregor and I sat side by side in the back of the car while the driver took us home.For the first few minutes, neither of us said much. The events at the company were still fresh in my mind, especially the way the reporters had surrounded us and how everything had suddenly become bigger than I expected.I was still thinking about it when the car drove over a pothole. The sudden bump threw me forward. I barely had time to react before Gregor caught my wrist. His other hand came around me, stopping me from hitting the seat in front of us. For a moment, I found myself held close to him.I blinked one and twice. Then several more times because my mind seemed to have forgotten what it was supposed to do.“I'm sorry, young master,” the driver said quickly. “That pothole came out of nowhere.”“It's fine,” Gregor replied.His voice sounded completely normal. Unlike me.I was still trying to process how close we were when Gregor suddenly seemed to realize it too. He gently removed hi







