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I ask playfully. He replies to me with another yawn before stepping to the side, allowing me to enter. I make a beeline for one of his couches and collapse on my back, feeling jetlagged. "You seem like you've been through a lot." I glare at him. "No shit, Sherlock." He sank into one of the couches beside the one where I lay spread out. I don't know how I can help you. I feel wasted myself. "You always have a clear head in every situation, no matter how critical it is."

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Electricity shot through my veins the moment his fingers caressed my wrists, right at the edge of the handcuffs which kept me imprisoned. “Killing me is an impossible task for you,” he replied, trailing his fingers over my arm until he reached my neck. “Wh—what are you doing?” I asked as he caressed a path down my neck until he reached my cleavage. “You know, you may look like Parys, but you’re nothing like her,” he said as his fingers dipped dangerously close to my breasts. “No shit, Sherlock.” I scoffed. “I actually have some sense. She’s the beauty while I’m the brains. That’s why I could see what an asshole you are and she couldn’t.”

“That’s somehow worse.” “Not if it’s the right person.” I shoot her a look. “Do you know something?” She smiles a little, too knowingly. “I know a lot of things.” “Lila.” “Relax, Sherlock. I don’t have secret flower intel. I’m just saying—sometimes good things show up when you least expect them.” I roll my eyes, but my lips twitch. “You’ve been reading too many romance novels.” “Please. You live in one.” I fall back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling where the glow-in-the-dark stars still faintly shimmer. “Feels more like a cautionary tale.”

Everything I am, everything I've been, everything I'm trying so damn hard to hold together is right there in front of him, and it's just not that interesting. People aren't still like that. Not in the Ring, stillness is a luxury here. It means you're not afraid of what's coming around the corner, you're the thing coming. Just before I can tell him to go to hell, he sure shocks the hell out of me. "You're not human." "I’m pretty sure I am my man." I rasp, dragging in a breath that tastes like rust. "Got any other fun non facts, Sherlock?"

"They freaking know that my surname is 'Holmes' now they all are going to start teasing me saying I am Sherlock Holmes' daughter." "That's-" I cut off Edward as I already knew what this sighing 50-year-old man was going to say. "Don't you say I should be proud of being called Sherlock Holmes' daughter? Because there's nothing to be proud of about it. Everyone will think I would have some extra kilos of brains hidden in my pockets that I can solve any mystery with a wink of an eye. But mystery kills me. I absolutely have no interest in any type of mystery or mysterious happening. And literally, no one understands that just because of my surname." I took another long breath after continuing ta

she asked, but he took a long time before answering. "It will be taken care of," he said, and she sighed. He would only say what's on his mind when he wants to. She can't force it, right? --- ~ ~ ~ "What do you mean by your dad rules HD?!" Vincent frowned. "Keep it down, okay," Sherlock said. They were both in a club, sitting together and drinking vodka. The music blared loudly from the speakers, swallowing their hushed voices. Sherlock readjusted his face cap before speaking again.

He hummed in response. “Are you okay?” she asked him “Yeah—” And just like that the car went in an uncomfortable silence. Brit lightly shoved me, and I looked to her again. “He’s not okay” she mouthed. “No shit Sherlock” I mouthed back, which earned me the bird from her.

The crowd observed closely but didn't say anything. "You can't make claims without evidence. This is basically slander against Ms. Green if there is no proof.” Sherlock told his man to play the recording. First, Bernice’s voice came through clearly. "I had to go through hell to get this medicine. Don't screw this up. I won't forgive you if you fail!" "Miss, this looks dangerous. This is about Mr. Web.” “You coward! You were fine with taking the money! Stop wasting time and get it done. I'll pay the rest. What? You don't want the money?”

The last thing I was going to do was let this man in on what I was thinking. "Then why was your heart racing?" He asked. I raised an eyebrow of my own. "Let's see, I wake up in the dark in a strange room with a strange man that I can't see talking to me. Why do you think my heart was racing Einstien?" "You were scared." it was more of a statement than a question, but I'd take it. "No shit Sherlock," I said rolling my eyes. I glanced at my watch and winced at how much time had passed since I passed out. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a rehearsal dinner to get ready for."