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hadn't just protected the university; it had buried this man alive in a bungalow topped with glass shards. "They think I’m bones and dust," Kolade rasped, his voice sounding like two stones rubbing together. "That is why I am still here. But you... you are breathing. You are trending. Every minute you stay here, you leave a trail of digital breadcrumbs for your father to follow." "We're leaving," Becca said. She didn't look at the photos anymore. She didn't need to. "We’re going back to Abeokuta." "Into the city?" I asked, my eyes wide. "Becca, the Enforcers..."

Aleah explained, her tone sincere. "If you’re talking to me because you can stop him from getting out of prison, then fine, I’ll talk. But if you can’t do anything, there’s really nothing for us to discuss," Lea replied bluntly, turning her gaze out the window. Aleah led Lea to a restaurant at the Guevarra Hotel, figuring it was the best place to have a serious conversation. As they walked in, Lea’s eyes widened in awe, taking in the fancy surroundings. Her amazement grew as every staff member they passed greeted Aleah warmly, leaving Lea glancing at her with a curious, questioning look.

It turned his insides into mush. As Caleb stood rigid, it gave Becca enough time to compose herself. She stood away from the door and walked towards the single couch in her room, settling into it. "You still haven't responded, Caleb." She pressed on, trying to steady her shaky voice. Mirroring her position, Caleb sat on the edge of the bed. Trying to not give off any sign of anxiousness. Staring squarely at her, he spoke, "we need to talk, Becca." Becca swallowed a dry spit, "about what?"

I say as I grab my keys off the table and move to the door to get my coat. ~~~~~ Beau points to the last exit to the right. He checks the map on his phone a final time before he nods. “You can stop here” I ease the car into halt. My nerves are getting the better of me and a cold sweat breaks out on my skin the further we get from the land of the living. “I shouldn't have let you drive me.” Beau whispers. “I wouldn't have let you go alone.” I whisper back. The light in the immortal city is dark and dingy. Beau taps his leg up and down nervously.

There is so much I want to say to him. “Lilah?” Charles calls, bringing me back to earth. “Yes?” “I asked you a question.” “Oh yes, you did.” I give him a brief smile. “If I had to choose a favorite book, I would have to say—” “The Hangmen series by Tillie Cole,” Beau says before I can. I turn to face him with my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open. I can’t believe he just said that. “How did you know?”

“People get so territorial about where they live and who they interact with. Who cares what church someone goes to or what color their skin is? We’re all interconnected. If only they could see what we do.” And then Charles looked at the United States of America. Bev lived on one end, and he lived on the other. But all of a sudden, it didn’t seem like that far a distance. They had come a lot further that morning. He turned his gaze from the window to Bev. She must have noticed the movement, because she turned and held his gaze.

*Chapter 6: Undercurrent* Beatrice didn’t breathe until the guard moved past her trunk. Her hands shook. Not from the search. Not from the cold. From Bale’s eyes. When they met hers, it felt like he’d reached into her head and pulled out the one thing she’d never said aloud. The one thing she’d buried deep and told no one, not even Mom. She knew what he was. Mom told her at twelve, voice low like a warning: _“Bale hears thoughts. That’s why we left the reef guard post. That’s why we don’t speak certain things at home. Some thoughts are doors, and he walks through them.”_

“OK” She hung a left and slowly drove down a dimly lighted street as she talked. “I heard about this place on the web. It’s like an adult bookstore with those little booths where they show dirty videos except the walls are made of clear plastic so the people in the booth can see you and you can see them.” I was dumbfounded. I’m rarely at a loss for words, but I didn’t know what to say. Finally I stammered, “Have uh Have you ever done this before?”

Stephen took a look at what she was teaching him and suddenly he put the car to one side. "Do you mean street food?" he was curious and Bea suddenly got out of the car and ran towards the street food vendor. He just took a deep breath and waited for him to return to his car. After a few moments, his cell phone vibrated again and it was about their company. Meanwhile, Bea was busy eating street food when she suddenly looked in Stephen's direction. He noticed that he was talking to someone on his cell phone again and his face was still serious. So he approached him and held out his hand.

Sheila is dark and petite and has a mouth that compensates for her size, speaking way too fast and way too much. Another major change in the last week is that Abe has replaced me as Chideziri's seatmate. He's only succeeded in making the front row as rowdy as the back. And I sure know how Chideziri loved his silence. * What will the news call it, If we sit in the living room, you puncture the gas and I lit the match. What will your mother say, If we were found, In the arms of each other So drugged out we had died.

I almost yelled but closed my mouth with my hand. Still Lacey and Hailey whom I thought were engrossed in their conversation heard me and turned to ask if they did something wrong. With an awkward smile, I waved my hand before pointing a finger to the book in front of me, “I am talking to one of the characters in this book” I responded with a clenched teeth, and at that critical moment Bea still snorted, making me lose my mind. They didn’t waste any time before they continued their conversation after my response while I tried communicating with Bea who was dead silent.

While getting into my car, I’d glanced at my phone one more time and read Beau's message. BEAU: I am sending you an address. Be there, ASAP. I wasn’t a short-text person, but I knew ASAP meant as soon as possible, so I drove like an insane person until I reached the address Beau had sent. The address led me into a slum area on the outskirt of the city. The roads were too thin and there was no way my car was going to fit in. I noticed Beau’s car beside a field nearby and parked mine by his.

“We seed panic on two fronts. Hanlon thinks the wolves are at his door, Vesnik’s empire starts cracking from the inside... And Riko’s crew? They’ll start wondering who’s really pulling the strings.” Morgan exhaled, already bracing for the chaos to come. “Jesus. Remind me never to play chess with you.” Reyes didn’t smile. “It’s not chess, Morgan.” He stared at the board again. “It’s war.” … The dim glow of a streetlamp flickered over Beckett’s hunched figure as he stood beside a rundown phone booth off Farrow Street—out of sight, out of comfort, and far from any patrol routes. The burner phone in his hand felt heavier than it should’ve. Reyes had given it to him an hour ago with just four words:

I took a last whiff of fresh air before finally approaching Kalel in his car. "Ready?" Kalel asked, his eyes filled with concern. I forced a smile. "As I'll ever be." The drive back to the city was silent, the hum of the engine the only sound breaking the tension. I stared out the window, watching the passing streets outside. Everything in Becky’s town is green, and you’ll know you're almost back in the city when the greenery starts to get replaced by establishments and tall buildings. I will surely miss this province. "I'm going to handle the media first," Kalel said, breaking the silence. "I need to set the record straight before things get out of hand."

Start- "No, Ridhima ,you don't have to meet him in that place all alone ." A heavy sigh escaped from Ridhima's mouth hearing sejal's mouth on the phone call "You don't need to do this because we don't know what his real internation are behind doing all of this ." "But dad will ..." "Listen Ridz , listen to me really very carefully .". Sejal uttered , halting Ridhima from further speaking .

“I agree wholeheartedly, Your Grace.” * * * * Lindsay stood next to Barry in front of a clergyman as he read out of the Book of Common Prayer. Her grandmother had told her she’d be nervous today, but Lindsay wasn’t. Excitement ran through her veins, and she couldn’t stop smiling. Love blossomed inside of her, and each new day with Barry would only be an adventure, she was certain.

He was part of the fire brigade and took over the megaphone, pointing it toward City Hall and shouting demands to the people inside. "Start working for the city, for the people again!" he bellowed, the crowd roaring behind him in approval. Out of nowhere Ms. Beale appeared next to us. "I thought I could see your handsome head towering over the rest of the crowd," she said, smiling at Charles. She looked down at me and smiled warmly. "Hello, Elena. Look at what you've done!" I beamed, too moved to speak. "Would you like to say a few things to the crowd?" Ms. Beale asked Charles. He looked momentarily surprised but then his eye light up.

“You should watch what you say in rooms with doors that don’t close all the way.” That’s when it hit him. Not loudly, but it landed. His breath changed. barely, but enough. Before he could respond, a voice from the curb beat him to it. “You’re loud, Owen. Do you always get like this when things don’t go your way?” Scott Baley leaned against a dark car like he’d been there long enough to hear everything. Hands in his pockets. Expression unreadable. Not the stance of someone minding their business. Randy’s face tightened. “Of course. You.”

Belphegor asked while taking a quick glance at his sister still looking through bookshelves and going through books *SIGH* Celea sighted " Are you going to help me look for it if I tell you ? " She asked him still looking through books " That depends on the level of burden " He answered her question nonchalantly Celea smiled at his words " Well I guess that is a good enough deal for now " She said " So which book is it ?" Belphegor asked while standing up and walking next to her " The book of truth " " Hmmm, it's been a very long time since the last time someone mentioned that book "

"Hell no. This half of town is still filled with infected. So we kill a bunch at the mall. I give it about two days before that mall is filled up again." "Damn," Rebecca says, chewing on her tomatoes. "So much for all trouble." She looks toward me but I don't say a word. I stay focused on my can of beans. "Can I ask you a question," Bailey says. "If it can you stay any longer," Chuck starts, "Then no. You all stay way too long and I want all of you out of here the second that sun rises." "It's not that," Bailey says, with a shake of her head. "But yeah, thanks for clearing that up. What I wanted to ask you is do you get lonely sometimes?"