Arcane Tower Bernard Answers Novels & Stories

Roman parked behind them and stepped out first. “Well,” he said quietly, scanning the darkness, “nothing says welcome like an open gate before dawn.” Victor ignored him. His eyes stayed fixed on the building. Something was wrong. Too easy. Too prepared. Ariana stepped out beside him. Cold rain hit instantly. The archive towered ahead, three stories of concrete and steel with faded numbering still visible near the loading entrance. ARCHIVE BAY 1 ARCHIVE BAY 2 ARCHIVE BAY 3 Bay 3 stood partially open.

he asked, his voice dripping with indignation. The bouncer looked unimpressed, crossing his arms. “Sir, I’d suggest you don’t make a scene. We’re very busy tonight.” He paused, his eyes finally registering recognition as he glanced at Mr. Bernard. “Hold on…Mr. Bernard?” “Yes, that’s me,” Mr. Bernard replied, glancing at me with a look that said, *Can you believe this?*

His head leaned back a little. I kept romancing him. My fingers worked deeper into his shoulders. The other girls noticed. I signaled them sharp, but quietly with my eyes to give me space. They smiled, moving away. Bernard continued talking. “The offshore accounts in Switzerland are safe for now. But we need to shift another fifteen million before the audit.” The bald man chuckled. “You always find a way, Bernard. That’s why we follow you.” I leaned closer. My breasts pressed softly against the back of his head. I whispered near his ear, my voice low and sweet. “You look so tense tonight, sir. Let me take care of you.”

Marcus explained. "I want the information by tomorrow noon," Bryce said sounding unhappy that he had to wait but alas it was just a couple of hours more. Bernard had also left his home heading for the bunny club whose location Susan had shared with him earlier. At the club, he found a place, parked his car and walked towards the bar. "I am looking for Alejandro," Bernard said to the man at the gate. "¿Quién pregunta?" came the voice of a tall, masculine man with tattoos all over.

Bernard interrupted the laughter of his fellow warrior, finally drawing me out of my oblivion. “Oh, I see” I nodded softly, my gaze fixated on the tallest height I had ever come across. A tower. Indeed, only Blood Moon is full of extraordinary wonders just as they were distinguished amongst other packs. However, as much as I was interested in surveying the building further, unfortunately, the hurried steps of the one-eyed General didn't give me the privilege to admire the hard work that had been put into the building; Bernard had just called the ‘tower’. Eventually, we walked away till the place was out of sight but not without the agonizing groans of the men filling my ears.

Elara’s POV Geneva at midnight in late winter is a city of polished stone and hidden edges. The Cours de Rive district gleams under discreet streetlamps—luxury boutiques shuttered, high-end cars parked like sleeping predators, the lake a black mirror beyond the quay. Marco Bellini’s penthouse occupies the top two floors of a discreet glass-and-steel tower: floor-to-ceiling windows tinted against prying eyes, private elevator with biometric palm scan, two guards on rotation in the lobby, another two inside the residence. Clean. Expensive. Predictable.