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THE TRAP WITHIN THE TRAP.
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Twice His Wife DEAD WEIGHT.
They didn’t stop running until the trees changed.The tall, narrow pines of the northern ridge gave way to thicker, twisted trunks that grew closer together, tangled by creeping moss and spiny roots. The air here smelled different—older, damp with decay and something else.Cassian slowed only when Anais stumbled. Her breath came in short, jagged gasps, and her legs were caked in mud up to her knees. She hadn’t let go of Maris the entire time, even as her arm shook from the weight of it.Cassian turned sharply. “We’re almost to the edge of the ridge. There’s a cut in the rocks that leads into a blind pocket. It’s protected on three sides.”“Like a cave?” Anais asked, barely able to speak.“Like a trap,” he said. “But one we choose.”He moved again, quicker now. The sun had climbed halfway into the sky, but under this dense canopy, it barely filtered through. Birds were silent. Even the wind was holding its breath.Maris didn’t speak. Her face was pale, lashes dusted with dirt, but her
Twice His Wife THE TRAP WITHIN THE TRAP.
The bunker was no longer just a hiding place.It had become a war room.Cassian stood at the center, a flash drive in one hand, a bitter kind of silence pressing against his chest. The drive was warm—like it had been sitting in someone’s pocket, waiting to be delivered. He turned it over between his fingers as if the plastic could tell him something more.Behind him, Anais was pacing, barefoot on cold concrete. Her hair was loose, messy from sleep and the chaos of the last few hours, but her movements were sharp. Alert. Like a wire pulled tight.Leon sat on a metal stool, arms crossed, watching them both.Cassian plugged the drive into the laptop on the table and waited for it to load.Anais moved behind him, shoulder brushing his for a second as she leaned over.A single video file.Cassian clicked it.A grainy, handheld recording lit up the screen—someone filming in real time, walking through a dark hallway. Footsteps echoed. And then, a voice. Calm. Precise. Familiar.Harlan Quinn.
Twice His Wife THE ECHO OF LIES.
Cassian hadn’t slept.Not really.He sat on the edge of a rusted bunk in the farthest room of the bunker, a half-lit cigarette burning down to the filter between his fingers. The bunker’s hum—old power lines, generator pulsing underground—was the only sound.He hadn’t said a word since telling Anais his brother was still alive.She hadn’t said anything either after that. Just gave him a look he couldn’t read. Not fear. Not anger. Something else.Something that unsettled him more.Disappointment.Cassian dragged a hand over his jaw. The stubble felt like grit. His body ached, but it wasn’t pain he couldn’t handle. What dug deeper was knowing he’d brought the danger back into Anais’s life. Again. That her safety—her quiet—was gone because of him.He’d never wanted to be the reason she felt hunted.But here they were.The door creaked open behind him.He didn’t turn.“I figured I’d find you here,” Anais said softly.Cassian exhaled smoke through his nose. “There wasn’t anywhere else to b
Twice His Wife RACING THE PULSE.
Anais had never driven so fast in her life.The guttural roar of Leon’s backup SUV shook through her bones as she wove down the unlit coastal road. Cassian sat in the passenger seat, one hand braced on the dash, the other holding a compress to the fresh bruise blooming under his left eye. Leon was in the back seat, phone glued to his ear, cursing under his breath as each call went to voicemail. His fourteen-year-old daughter, Maris, was alone in the safe-house—no phones, no cameras, no alarm. Perfectly hidden. Perfectly isolated.Now perfectly vulnerable.Anais gripped the wheel tighter. The night blurred; headlights sliced the fog like fever dreams. “Hold on, Maris,” she whispered, though no one could hear. “Just hold on.”Cassian’s voice cut through the engine’s growl. “We’re five minutes out. If they breached from the south, they’ll take the service road behind the cliff. Steep drop on one side, blind forest on the other.”Leon swore softly. “So we’re driving into an ambush.”“Not
Twice His Wife WHERE THE SHADOWS BLEED.
Anais stood barefoot on the threshold of the safehouse, staring out into the dark.The night was still. No footsteps. No wind. Just the echo of that voice repeating in her head:“Tell Cassian his brother sends his love.”Her fingers tightened around the phone. It wasn’t just the words—it was the way they were said. Familiar, like a whisper from a nightmare she couldn’t quite place.Cassian’s brother?She turned back into the house and moved fast. Every room, every hallway. Nothing. No sign of struggle. No broken glass. No note.The sheets were still warm where he’d lain beside her.He hadn’t been taken.He’d left.But why?By the time she found his old phone—the encrypted one—stashed in a drawer beneath the liquor cabinet, her hands were shaking. Not from panic, not exactly. It was something worse.Betrayal.She powered the phone on. No passcode. Only one app installed. No messages, just a voice recording dated from three months ago.Anais hit play.Cassian’s voice filtered through, l
Twice His Wife “SOME FIRES DON’T DIE”
Three hours after the servers burned, Anais sat on the bathroom floor, steam curling around her body, blood swirling down the drain like red ribbons.Cassian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, silently waiting.“You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?” she asked, voice hoarse.“You just destroyed the most dangerous system in the country and walked out of it bleeding. No,” he said. “I’m not.”She shut her eyes. “She didn’t even flinch, Cassian. My own mother raised a gun to my face and didn’t blink.”“She built you like a weapon,” he said. “Now she’s afraid of what she made.”Anais pushed damp hair from her face. “Do you think she’ll come back?”“No,” Cassian said. “She’s already planning her next move.”Silence again.Then softly: “I wasn’t scared when I pulled the trigger. That scares me.”Cassian stepped in, crouched next to her, and took her hand.“You’re allowed to be changed,” he said. “What matters is that you’re still you.”She looked at him, eyes locked on his.A
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