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Chapter one hundred and twelve

Author: Lily Grayson
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-11 19:17:17

Sophie's POV

**The Blackout**

The gunshot's echo still vibrated in my teeth when the emergency lights died. Arthur's signet ring - the Blackstone crest edged with blood diamonds - bit deeper into my throat as the world plunged into absolute darkness. His breath was hot and rancid against my cheek, smelling of antiseptic and the faint metallic tang of the cancer eating him from within.

"Clever boy," Arthur rasped, his Russian accent thickening with adrenaline. His free hand yanked my hair back, exposing my neck. "But electricity won't stop what's coming."

The second gunshot came before I could retort.

The .50 caliber round shattered the three-inch polycarbonate glass with a sound like the world cracking open. Tiny crystalline shards rained down as the bullet embedded itself in the far wall, precisely three inches from Arthur's left temple. A warning shot.

Arthur's grip faltered just enough—

I drove my head back with every ounce of strength, feeling the satisfying crun
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