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She could feel a hot liquid from her nose. The person who owns the mind is in a room. This room was a bit strange because there were so many colored curtains. She saw Tristan and Brent there with their mother. 'You're a rookie, Miss, but I won't let you disturb my mind. ' Tristan, Brent, and even their mother were shocked as the opposite woman suddenly cried with pain. Then she fainted. *****

There’s no physical evidence unless the perpetrator confessed. Mind was the most complex existence that everyone sought. The greater minds often flocked together but it took a million to find a genius. “Speak your mind. I’m not a rude person to intrude your brain as I like.” That sentence interests Gunner even more. “If I have to be bold, did you say that you’re not a rude person to intrude my brain as you like?” His neck craned even further. Shadow shrugged, whatever, disregarded Gunner's rudeness.

The tension and worry suffocated every corner of the room. Jasmine’s heartbeat quickened as Mr. Merrick pointed a gun directly at her. “Mr. Merrick, you can’t do this to my daughter!” Thomas shouted, a mix of fear and anger boiling in his chest. Mr. Merrick sneered, his aim unwavering. “Why can’t I? This is my chance. Kinsley Hawthorne will feel my pain if your daughter disappears.” He tightened his grip on the gun and continued, “You just need to choose who I should take out first—your father or the man you love.”

“It was from Henry’s safe.” Danielle was speechless. “Henry’s?” She was reminded of Henry’s image. The same man who always claimed to have the best interest of the Burts in mind. How could he hide such a piece of fatal evidence? How could he even marry the woman who did something so wretched and give her nearly all the kindness he had to spare?” Was Willow the crazy one, or was Henry the crazy one? Danielle was even beginning to think that she, the spectator, was the crazy one.

' Don't get smart with me ' "I'm bothered. Really" she said. My eyes didn't leave the words written in black ink. One question stayed on my mind. Who could have sent it? I had one suspect, Mr Jun. He wouldn't take things this far, would he? "If it was the assassin that sent this, how did he or she know this tree house?" "Is this place even safe anymore?" I pushed myself to sit upright, staring outside of the window. The lawn was silent. Not a single soul. Just the chirping of birds in the tree above and the yelling of kids from the next house.

Words fired out at machine-gun speed. "Why is the human looking at me? Does she like me? Does she hate me? Does she like or hate me? Why is she still circling me? "Will she nuzzle me? Can I nuzzle her? Does she like me? Does she hate me? What—" Her thoughts were annoyingly loud and chaotic. I pretended to circle her a few more times, but mentally, I was drowning in her psychic high-speed rambling. Rather than overthinking, I decided to go on the offensive and deploy some cunning tricks.

"Penny, you know people in the media. Call them. If the Mercer family tries anything, I want their reputation destroyed by tomorrow." I gave him a docile little nod. The whole convoy roared up to the front of the Royale, and we marched up to room 7032. From inside came unmistakable, explicit sounds. Vivian clutched at her chest. "She's heartbroken in there. I will not let him get away with this." On her order, security kicked the door in. I lunged in first and slapped the lights on. The whole room went still. Vivian sank to the floor.

He yelled, "What the hell is this? Who drugged me? Where's my phone? I need to go to the hospital!" When he finally managed to find his phone in his pocket, he realized his fingers hurt as if knives had been struck right into them. He could not hold the phone at all. In the crowd, the young women were the first to realize something. "It can't be some kind of disease, right? All of us girls are fine. The men are the ones who are rotting." "That's not right. Aurora is one of the worst ones, and she's a girl too." Everyone looked at one another. A moment later, all the girls gathered together and started talking over one another as they discussed the matter.

“That gives us zero room for error tonight. Don’t mess this up.” I stood up from the salon chair and crossed my arms. "I'm not going to mess this up." He stared at me, his eyes dropping to assess me for a second. [One mistake and Scars will snap her neck.] "He’d have to think about doing it first," I murmured, leaning in just enough so only he could hear. "And unlike you, I’ll see it coming. I’m not a liability, Hale." Lucas narrowed his eyes, catching on immediately. "Are you seriously reading my mind again?"

He yanked me back and held me against his bike, his torso pressing against my chest, the soft hum of the bike vibrating against my thigh as the wind hit me softly, sending chills which contrasted with the anger brewing in me. “Because, Jordan,” he drawled teasingly, like he was enjoying the game he created. “You still don't get it, do you? You don't get the fact that you're in LEA, and moving about freely on those pretty legs of yours is dangerous, Firefox. You think smiling and laughing with everyone is safe? Fuck that, Jordan,” he spat non-stop. “No one here is nice. No one likes you. Everyone has skulls in their fucking cupboard and is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Don't fall for them, Prin