บททั้งหมดของ Married To My Best Friend; Her Blood, My Passion : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 115

Evans POVThe small white nursery card fluttered out of Hailey's trembling fingers, settling onto the cold tile floor of the utility hallway right under the dim beam of my flashlight. I reached down and picked it up, my eyes scanning the crisp, elegant cursive that spelled out our exact due date with terrifying precision, realization hitting my chest like a heavy lead weight."We are leaving tonight," I said, my voice cutting through the damp chill of the basement as I took her arm and pulled her toward the stairs, not giving either of us time to hesitate. "Go up to the rooms and grab what you can fit into one bag, Hailey, because we are not waiting until Friday."We left for the south of France two days early, abandoning the original schedule before the morning shift of watchers could even realize the main house was empty. I did not tell anyone the new departure time or the exact location, choosing to keep the logistics entirely inside my own head to prevent any further leaks from re

Calix POVThe shadow between the thick oak trunks shifted again, the movement broad enough to rustle the lower dry brambles. Iris stood frozen behind me, her breath coming in a short, sharp gasp that caught in her throat as I stepped past her on the damp grass."Stay back by the porch," I told her, keeping my voice down to a harsh whisper while I lifted my hands away from my waist, making sure they were empty and completely visible under the pale starlight.Calix walks toward the tree line alone, hands visible, moving slowly.Every stride felt heavy, my boots sinking into the soft dirt of the garden as I closed the distance between the safe house and the dark perimeter. The figure does not run. It steps forward into the edge of the light and Calix stops walking, my boots locking into the weeds about ten feet away from the brush.It is a man he has never seen before, middle-aged, unremarkable-looking, the kind of face that disappears in a crowd, standing with his hands in his coat pock

Evans POVThe silence in the farmhouse kitchen broke the moment Hailey dropped the photograph onto the table, the small square of paper sliding against the wood until it hit the edge of my coffee mug. I reached down, picked up the print, and read the dark handwriting on the back myself, my jaw locking tightly as the implications settled into my chest."She is right under our noses," I muttered, looking across the table at Calix, who was already reaching for his coat to head back out to the perimeter lines. "She has been living there for three years, right around the corner from the estate, and we completely missed her.""We were looking for laboratory markers and missing data files, Evans," Calix said, pausing by the door, his eyes turning back to the glossy image under the yellow bulb. "We were not looking for a freelance neighbor who does not even know her own bloodline."I did not waste another second, pulling my primary phone from my breast pocket and dialing Marcus before the res