All Chapters of TIED IN HIS BED: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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PHOENIX IN THE DARK

The night was supposed to be quiet.Carson had driven Justina home after another grinding meeting with investigators, hours of retelling the fire, the betrayal, and the truth about Sloane’s legacy. By the time they reached the house, both were exhausted enough to collapse where they stood.But the universe had other plans.The moment Carson unlocked the door, he felt a shift in the air.A presence.A warning.Justina sensed it too. Her shoulders tensed. “Someone’s been here.”Not Sloane.Not anymore.But someone who wanted to walk through his ashes.Carson motioned her behind him as he stepped inside. The house was untouched… mostly. Nothing broken, nothing stolen—exactly the kind of message someone leaves when they want you to know they entered and chose not to destroy anything.A signature.A threat.On the kitchen table lay a single black envelope.No name. No seal. No markings.Justina reached for it, but Carson grabbed her wrist softly. “Let me.”He opened it carefully—fingers ste

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ECHOES OF THE UNBURIED

Carson didn’t sleep that night.He didn’t even sit.He stood at the window long after the mysterious woman vanished into the dark, shoulders tight, jaw locked, watching the street for any movement that didn’t belong. Justina stayed close, refusing to leave him alone even when exhaustion tugged at her limbs.She watched him in the faint glow of the streetlight, this man who usually held his fear behind layers of steel, unraveling at the mention of one name.His father.A ghost to everyone else.But not to him.Finally, Justina stepped behind him, resting a hand on his back. “Carson… talk to me.”He closed his eyes, exhaling a breath he’d been holding for years.“My father was declared dead. Body never recovered… just assumed lost in the fire. But I knew… part of me knew he wasn’t gone.”Justina absorbed that silently.“He didn’t die,” Carson whispered. “He disappeared. Erased himself. And if he’s resurfacing now…” His voice hardened. “It means everything Sloane did was only a prelude.

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THE FOUNDRY OF SHADOWS

The old foundry looked like a carcass left behind by a dying city, rusted beams jutting out like broken ribs, shattered windows staring blankly into the night, and the blackened roof sagging as though it remembered every fire that had ever eaten through its bones.Carson hated this place.He’d spent half his childhood trying to forget it…and his father had chosen it deliberately.Rain collected in shallow puddles along the cracked concrete as Carson stepped into the open yard, boots echoing with the kind of loneliness that felt engineered. He scanned the shadows, too many corners, too many places someone could hide.He felt watched.He was watched.A slow clap echoed from the far end of the yard.Carson’s blood turned to ice.“You’re early,” a voice called out. Smooth. Controlled. Familiar in a way that made Carson’s pulse spike with dread.A man stepped out from behind a stack of old metal crates.Tall. Composed. Wearing a charcoal coat that seemed untouched by time or weather.His

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WHEN THE WALLS REMEMBER

The foundry’s metal skeleton groaned as if waking from a long, vengeful sleep.Red emergency lights pulsed along the ceiling, slow and deliberate flashes that washed over the walls like heartbeats made of blood. The air vibrated with a deep mechanical hum, one that crawled under the skin and settled into the spine.Carson recognized it instantly.Justina felt it.His father designed it.A containment system.An old prototype.A trap.The vibration intensified until dust sifted from the rafters, peppering the concrete like ash.Justina tightened her grip on Carson’s arm.“Tell me that’s not what I think it is.”Carson’s jaw tensed.“That depends what you think it is.”“The whole place is locking down.”“Then yes,” he breathed, eyes scanning every corner of the room, “it’s exactly what you think.”He stepped in front of her instinctively, shielding her from falling debris.Warmth radiated from him,steady and grounding, but threaded with a tension that made Justina’s heart punch her ribs

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THROUGH THE FIRE

The fire chased them like a living thing, fast, hungry and intelligent.Carson had seen industrial blazes before, but nothing like this.This wasn’t fire.This was design.Heat slammed into his back as he carried Justina toward the narrowing exit, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, breath hot against his neck. Sparks peppered his jacket, burning tiny holes through the fabric, but he didn’t feel them. He felt only her pulse, rapid, terrified and alive.Above them, mechanical vents burst open, spewing columns of flame that roared like the breath of dragons. The foundry’s ancient framework groaned under the strain, metal snapping in sharp, violent burstsJustina’s hand fisted in his shirt.“Carson, we can’t outrun it!”“Yes, we can,” he said through clenched teeth.Because the alternative was unthinkable.Because he would rather burn than stop.They sprinted toward the last open door, a sliver of possible salvation flickering between bursts of flame. The fire lunged again, consuming

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ASHES THAT SPEAKS

The corridor narrowed as Carson and Justina walked deeper, the floor vibrating beneath their steps with the low hum of machinery waking from decades of forced sleep. The air grew colder, not warmer, strange and considering the inferno they had just escaped. Here, the fire wasn’t physical.It was psychological.Lights flickered in long, stuttering intervals, revealing walls lined with sleek metal panels and embedded projectors, old technology Carson recognized instantly. The kind his father preferred: invasive, manipulative, silent.A memory hall.A weapon disguised as truth.Justina tightened her fingers around his. “Why would he still have all this? After everything, after all these years?”Carson exhaled slowly. “Because he never let go of the past. And he never wanted me to, either.”A mechanical chime echoed, soft but chilling.The temperature dropped another degree.Then the first door slid open.Carson tensed instinctively.Justina glanced at him. “What is that room?”He didn’t

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THE ROOM THAT LIED

The second door slid open with a reluctant hiss, as though the room itself resisted being exposed. Carson stepped inside first, jaw clenched, feeling the weight of a memory he had tried to bury for years. Reese followed close, the air growing heavier around them, thicker than smoke, colder than fear.This room was nothing like the reconstructed bedroom.It was clinical.White.Bright.Sterile.Too clean for a place built on so much ruin.Justina scanned the space, brow furrowing. “What is this? A lab?”Carson didn’t answer because he recognized the metal counter, the heavy reinforced drawers, the observation glass. This wasn’t new to him. He had been here before.As a boy.As a teenager.As a weapon in training.Justina walked toward one of the metal tables. Her fingers hovered but didn’t touch. “Carson… what did he do here?”Carson’s throat tightened.“He evaluated me,” he said slowly. “Measure me. Not in inches or height” He tapped his temple. “In compliance.”Justina shivered.Behi

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THE SPINE OF THE HOUSE

The hallway swallowed them whole.Unlike the rooms they’d explored before, the reconstructed bedroom, the clinical lab, this passage felt alive. The walls curved inward, the ceiling sloped low, and thin strips of red light pulsed like a heartbeat guiding them deeper. The air changed, too denser, metallic, almost electrical.Justina brushed her fingers along the wall.“It feels like we’re walking through the ribcage of something.”Carson nodded once.“That’s exactly what it is.”Justina looked up at him, confused.“What do you mean?”He exhaled.“This corridor… I remember it. Not fully. Flashes. Shadows. I walked it once as a child. They called it the Spine.”Justina’s breath caught.“The spine of what?”Carson’s lips tightened.“The house that existed before this estate. Before the fire. Before everything we knew.”His tone dropped lower, darker.“This is what my father built underneath it all.”Justina’s eyes widened.“You’re telling me this entire underground system existed even bef

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THE CHAMBER OF ECHOES

The corridor stretched ahead of them like the throat of something ancient—narrow, cold, washed in a faint blue glow that made the air feel submerged beneath an invisible ocean. Every breath echoed. Every step rang out like a warning.Justina and Carson moved slowly, instinctively quiet, though the alarms behind them had stopped.Too suddenly.“Carson…” Justina whispered, her voice barely a thread, “why did the alarms cut off?”Carson didn’t answer right away. He lifted his head, listening, his brow tightening as if he were deciphering something only he could hear.“They didn’t cut off,” he murmured.“We crossed a sound barrier.”Justina blinked, confusion tightening her chest.“A what?”“A space where noise can’t travel.” His tone grew darker. “My father used them aboveground. Rooms where conversations couldn’t be recorded. But this one is bigger… stronger.”Justina placed her palm on the wall, shivering at the unnatural chill. The surface felt too smooth—too alive—almost as if heat p

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VAULT ZERO

The doorway groaned behind them as it slid fully open, revealing a massive chamber. Vault Zero lived up to its name. It wasn’t just a room. It was a cathedral of secrets.The walls shimmered with polished obsidian panels that reflected Carson and Justina back at themselves, but twisted, distorted, fractured in ways that made them feel like strangers in their own skin. A faint hum filled the room, vibrating through the floor, as if the chamber itself was alive, aware, and waiting.Justina’s breath hitched. “Carson… this place is unreal. How did your father build all of this?”Carson didn’t answer. He stepped forward, eyes scanning every corner of the chamber. It was filled with relics, boxes, and artifacts. Not just files or technology, but personal items and memories preserved in ways no one else could understand. There were photographs of Sloane, hidden journals, sketches, even small toys and objects from Carson’s childhood and moments from Justina’s past. Things neither of them even

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