Todos os capítulos de Mindreader: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Tiffany’s POV I stared at the folder in front of me like it might bite me. “No. I’m not going back to Riverton.” Mercer didn’t react. He just watched me carefully. I didn’t have to read his mind to know he was expecting me to fight him on this. “I know you don’t want to hear this, Tiffany, but it’s the only option I have right now,” he said. “You can’t read Scars, but your gift hasn’t disappeared. It still works on everyone else. Even Jacquelline.” I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment. Riverton had been hard. The interrogation rooms. The criminals sitting across from me while their thoughts revealed everything they refused to say out loud. The things I heard. The things I couldn’t forget. But the truth was, I had been dealing with other people’s darkness long before I became a detective. I remembered being a kid and hearing my mother come home drunk late at night. I remembered the anger in her thoughts before she ever opened her mouth. She hated my ability. She hated that I co

Lucas’s POV My eyes cracked open to the low hum of machines and the faint sting of antiseptic lingering in the air. My shoulder throbbed with a deep, burning pain, a brutal reminder of where the bullet had gone through. I didn’t even need to move to know every small motion was going to hurt like hell. So I stayed still for a moment, letting my instincts kick in before my brain fully caught up. I scanned the room automatically. White walls. Steady beeping from the monitors. The door shut tight. One chair pulled close beside my bed. Mercer was sitting there, his elbows resting on his knees, watching me like he hadn’t moved in hours. I let out a rough breath and tried pushing myself up with my good arm. The second I moved, pain ripped through my shoulder. My vision blurred for a moment, and my entire body reminded me exactly how much damage I had taken. “Shit.” “Easy there, Sparky,” Mercer said, his voice low and exhausted. “You’re in a hospital, not a prison. You don’t need to

Tiffany’s POV Mrs. Bennett walked ahead of me without saying a word. Her heels clicked against the floor, her posture just as perfect as before. I studied her from behind. She looked like the type of person who had worked in this house for decades. Someone who knew every secret hidden behind every door. That made her just as important to watch as Jacquelline herself. People like Mrs. Bennett didn’t stay in a place like this by accident. They stayed because they were trusted. Which meant I needed to be careful around her. We reached another staircase leading to the third floor, and the difference was obvious the second we stepped onto it. The staff became fewer, the house became quieter, and the two guards stationed near the hallway entrance made one thing clear: this part of the house wasn’t meant for everyone. Mrs. Bennett stopped in front of a door at the end of the hallway. “This will be your room.” She unlocked it and pushed the door open. The room was far nicer than I

Tiffany's POV Of course. Because apparently, avoiding Scars once today wasn't enough. The universe had apparently decided we needed a second encounter, and judging by the timing, it had a seriously messed-up sense of humor. First the Fernandez estate. Now this. I had no idea what was going on, but I was beginning to suspect that staying away from Zane Knight was going to be a lot harder than I thought. “Zane,” I managed to say. My voice sounded much thinner than I wanted it to. “I didn’t think I’d see you here.” His eyes stayed on mine for a moment before he glanced toward the bakery behind me. “In Riverton. In this exact place.” “Yeah. I wasn’t expecting to see you either.” His eyes scanned my face before settling briefly on my arm. His jaw tightened for a second before he looked back at me. “I’ve been wondering how you’ve been,” he said quietly. “After everything that happened, I didn’t exactly stop thinking about whether you were okay.” A nervous lump formed in my throa

Tiffany's POV “I think someone’s following us,” I said quietly, glancing at Summer’s head lolling against my shoulder. She was humming to herself, completely oblivious. “What? Where are you?” “I just left a bar downtown. I’m walking home, but something feels off.” The prickling at the back of my neck intensified. I slowed just enough to scan the parked cars again. A dark sedan sat two rows behind us with its engine running. The headlights were off, but I could see the faint glow of the dashboard. I reached out with my mind. [There she is. The blonde one.] The voice belonged to an older man, rough and gruff, and the moment I heard it, my heart started pounding harder. [This is taking too long. We should have grabbed her already.] Another man. At least two of them. “Hale, there’s definitely someone following us. I can hear their thoughts. At least two people are in a dark sedan about fifty feet behind us.” “Shit.” His voice tightened immediately, but he kept it controlled. “