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Not wanting to be pedantic, I gave them a moment to come up with the answer on their own. Fawna furrowed her brow, and Adara shook her head. I hoped that one day I might look down on that head from above, as she kneeled before me with my cock in her mouth . . . . Neither knew the answer, so I said, a bit uncertainly, although I was very certain: “Agatha Christie, wasn’t it?” “That’s it,” said Fawna. “At her home in Devon?” asked Adara. I nodded. “At Greenway. Strange name for a house with a poison garden. Greenway.”

I reached for it, my fingers trembling slightly, a sense of foreboding washing over me. There was no return address, no markings, just my name, printed in stark, black letters: AGATHA DE ROSSI – PERSONAL AND CONFIDENTIAL I tore it open, my hands shaking, my breath catching in my throat. Inside, there was a single sheet of paper, folded neatly in thirds, and a small, silver USB drive. My eyes scanned the page, the words, typed in a simple, unadorned font, hitting me like a physical blow. Agatha,

I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing. Just when I was about to give up, I shook a pillow, and a tiny paper figure floated out. Its face was drawn to resemble Lucas, and his birth details were written on the back! The fortune teller exclaimed, “That’s it! The lock and the paper figure work together, and since you've touched the lock, the effect on you is stronger. Luckily, you found it early.” I broke out in a cold sweat. That same day, I slipped the paper figure under Miles’ pillow and instructed my parents to watch him while he slept.

‘The black coffee’ by Agatha Christie, the great author, caught my eyes as I wanted to read this book for a very long time but I didn’t get to. When I was about to take it, a hand took in a fraction of seconds from behind me, where the book was on top. I turned to see him almost touching my body. His hands are still above me, having the book in his hands. He never forgets to give a death glare at me though I never crossed into his places. “I chose that book first.” I said, with a daring look. “I took that book first.” He smiled with a smirk. “You never come to libraries.” I said.

[Agatha’s POV] Everything is pitch black. I hear voices and distinct chatter, but I don’t understand what they’re saying. I have a terrible headache, my right hand is itchy, and everything smells like antiseptic. I tried to open my eyes, but when I did, bright light assaulted my pupils. I raise my hand to shield my eyes from too much light. At the same time, I hear a few sets of footsteps rushing toward me. A gentle hand firmly holds mine down, stretching it along the soft bedding.

I nodded in thanks. Agatha turned and looked at Kenneth and Mitchum and said, “These are the bound wolves?” I nodded and said, “Agatha, please meet Kenneth Goldberg and Mitchum Averman.” The guys stood and offered their hands to the crone. She took each one in turn but instead of shaking their hands she placed one hand below and one above and closed her eyes as if she was savoring the moment with each one. After she was done with each she smiled and said, “That wasn’t so bad now was it?”

If you practiced you could be rewarded with thing such as wealth and like Agatha here, youth. “Who else have you talked to about my mate?” “No-one I swear. Whoever she is someone went to great lengths to hide her. I believe there to be a reason, but I don’t know it” I smiled as I nodded. Standing up I walked towards Agatha who stood clutching her pendant. No charm was going to protect her from her fate. Extending my claws, I swiped them across her throat. She screamed as she fell to the floor blood leaking through her fingers. Blood pooled around her as she slowly bled out. Turning to face the door her screams began to die out as I left. She should have known what was coming the moment I ste

Viona questioned hurriedly, " What's wrong? Have you seen her face? Who was she?" Damien also kept staring at Agatha with an expectant look. His wolf was impatient to know the identity of that murderer. Agatha replied letting out a deep exhale, " I couldn't see her face but there is one thing that I am sure about now." Damien's frown tightened again. Getting closer, he asked in a husky voice, " What is it?" Agatha continued reaching out to grab a book and flipped through the pages hastily untill she found the correct piece of news,

Not waiting for an answer, I open it and step inside. Agatha looks startled as she stands at the door of her little lounge, shutting the door behind herself a little too quickly. That was the place that she retreated to for some reading and relaxing time. “Zaia! You startled me! How are you? Oh my, you are soaking wet. Sit down, I’ll fetch you a towel!” But the way she had been standing there was as if she was expecting me. I force a smile on my face. “Thank you,” I say quietly, the words making me sick.

I swallowed nervously and nodded my head. Elder Luke stood up and walked behind me, laying a book down beside me that surprisingly seemed to consist of information on Goddess marks. It was far more detailed than any of the books I'd vaguely seen on the subject in the past. Knowing he would require to see my back today, I had purposely worn a dress with a back zipper. He waited patiently as I brushed my hair to the side, unzipping the back of the dress just enough for him to see but not enough for me to feel completely exposed. I was thankful that he allowed me to keep my dignity while I did everything and didn't handle me more than was necessary.