After Zayne drove off, Anna quickly pulled out her phone. When she saw the string of zeros on the transfer, she nearly jumped out of her skin. "Working with Ms. Speight really does pay off," she thought. … Zayne had long noticed Marisol's unsettled mood all day. When the chance came, he asked, "Is something troubling you, Ms. Speight?" "Yeah. Something completely absurd," she answered inwardly. Saying it aloud would only make her sound like a fool. She couldn't figure out why one delusional remark from Elizabeth in her unsteady state of mind would rattle her so deeply. There was no reason for it. She wasn't that timid. That night, Marisol finally drifted into a fitful sleep, only to be swallowed by nightmares. First, she dreamt of the banquet in Lumero, where Lucian had shielded her from a bullet. She watched him collapse onto the rose-strewn floor, bleeding out until his breath faded away. Then, the dream twisted. From a grave in the cemetery, a hand broke through. Luc
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