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2026-07-17 06:28:33Julian didn't get many visitors.
That was by design, mostly a reputation carefully maintained even from inside a cell, the kind that made most people think twice before requesting a slot on his list. But the man who sat across from him now wasn't on any official visitor log. He'd come through the same channel everything important came through: quietly, expensively, and off the books entirely.
"You look like you didn't sleep," Julian said, studying him.
The man's han
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Julian didn't get many visitors.That was by design, mostly a reputation carefully maintained even from inside a cell, the kind that made most people think twice before requesting a slot on his list. But the man who sat across from him now wasn't on any official visitor log. He'd come through the same channel everything important came through: quietly, expensively, and off the books entirely."You look like you didn't sleep," Julian said, studying him.The man's hands were still faintly scraped, a bruise blooming dark along one side of his jaw. He hadn't bothered to hide it, which told Julian something on its own a man that rattled didn't usually care about appearances anymore."I didn't," the man said."Tell me."The man's throat worked once before he spoke, like the words themselves were difficult to get out."Someone was already at the property," he said. "Before I could get anywhere near the house. I didn't even hear h
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Cassian hadn't planned on going back.That was the truth of it, the part he'd have to admit to himself eventually even if he never said it to Adrian. He'd told himself the drive past his mother's street was reconnaissance. Confirmation that the extra security was holding. Nothing more.But he'd been sitting in the car for forty minutes now, engine off, watching a house he wasn't supposed to care about anymore.His phone buzzed.Adrian.You're not where you're supposed to be.Cassian's jaw tightened. He hadn't told Adrian where he was. Which meant Adrian was tracking him still, after everything, after the pact, after every conversation that was supposed to mean they were equals in this instead of handler and asset.I needed to see she was safe, Cassian typed back.The reply came fast, the way it always did when Adrian was more rattled than he wanted to sound.Seeing isn't the same as protecting
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The garden looked different at this hour.Rowan noticed it the moment he came through the gate the light flatter, grayer, none of the warmth it had the last two times he'd stood here. Like the place had already decided what kind of conversation this was going to be.He'd told himself a day was enough time to let Sloane's words settle before he came back for the rest of them. It hadn't been. Every hour since he'd left, the same sentence kept surfacing.Do not let it change what you're doing.She'd said that once already, in this same garden, months ago. And now she was about to say something that would test exactly how true that promise could stay.He arrived alone this time, the way she'd asked. Lennox stayed behind at the office with Taryn, working through what remained of Preston's overlap with Julian numbers, fronts, movement patterns that still didn't add up to a clean answer. Rowan had left them to it, half-listening to Lennox rattle off shell company names as he walked out the
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The Bodyguards boy RUN
Rowan doesn’t wait.The moment Taryn lowers her phone in the garden, something in him sharpens into focus.“Lennox just left,” she says.Rowan is already turning toward the house.“Did he say where?”“No. No destination. No notice. He just walked out.”Behind them, Sloane’s voice follows, quieter n
The Bodyguards boy HOLLOW GRAVE
The rain hadn’t stopped since dawn.It came down in soft sheets that blurred the skyline and soaked through umbrellas, turning the city into a gray watercolor. The cemetery sat on a low hill, flanked by stone angels darkened by weather and time. Every inch of ground shimmered with rainwater puddles
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