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Shoot the Iubas, but unfortunately that was not an option. The only thing I could do was make my way to Potsdam to face these monsters, or just forget about the whole thing. Unfortunately, it was already clear to me that this was one of the things I couldn't simply forget. My parents' murderers had been found and even if they could no longer harm anyone, they would still be alive. Locked up for the rest of her life, but still alive. “You made up your mind a long time ago,” Reese says quietly.

"I only said they deserved to die. I didn't kill them. I hadn't even made my move yet, and they just… died. Like the universe decided enough was enough. "I'm not gonna lie anymore. I wanted to kill them, yes. I planned to. But I never got the chance. I don't know why they died before I even touched them." "Hannah." Alex's voice came again. Not cold this time, but steady. Too steady. I raised my head, eyes stinging, and through the blur, I saw it. He was holding a phone in his hand. The screen was cracked, caked with dirt and dark stains. My heart lurched. It was Mike's phone.

A month later, the police informed me that the case was fully resolved. Adam–driven to despair after being rejected by the woman he idolized– confessed to everything. As it turned out, the moment he learned about our booking at the countryside guesthouse, he began planning the entire crime. He murdered the village doctor in cold blood, dismembered the body, packed it into a suitcase, and placed it in my car. He even hired a salon girl to pose as his lover, feeding her a script to follow. Afterward, he paid her a large sum and sent her out of the province.

"Lily… I’m so sorry…" Tears mixed with blood, dripping onto her face. I failed to get you justice. I couldn’t even protect my own child. The Mate Bond, which should have been a warm connection, now felt like a chain of ice, choking me. I stared at the door. He wasn’t coming back. "Ethan Blackwood," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "You just killed your own heir." Pain ripped through me, my wolf soul tearing apart. I closed my eyes, my mind searching for the forbidden frequency.

Breathing his air. And I hated every second of it. My eyes drifted to the bedside table, and that's when I saw it. A black book. Leather-bound. Unmarked. Sitting there like it was waiting for someone to find it. “Don't touch it.” Kira warned. But I couldn't help myself. I picked it up, the leather cool and smooth beneath my fingers. Flipped it open to the first page. Blank. I frowned, turning to the second page— A hand locked around my arm and yanked.

“I found this book outside. It has all the answers.” I furrow my eyebrows together. “What are you talking about, Alex?” His attention turns back to the weathered book in his hands. He flips through the pages until he finds the one he’s looking for. “Look at this.” He hands the book to me. I scan the words, latching onto the ones at the very top. How To Kill A Vampire. Suspicion descends over me. “Alex, are you sure this is even real? It sounds a little made-up.”

Killing a woman who posts no threats to her is too much. As the hired man approached Marie Arnold, his footsteps echoing softly in the dimly lit alleyway, he felt a familiar surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He had always been killing, and this is the same feeling he always feels whenever he is about to kill someone. He knew what he had been tasked to do, but as he drew closer to his target, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling of doubt that gnawed at the edges of his conscience.

The policemen, realizing something was off from their conversation, brought them in. One of the policemen addressed Clifford, "Mr. Holmes, based on what we know, your wife was hospitalized after she developed lobar pneumonia. She passed away the night before Easter. The hospital explained that her death was a result of a heart attack triggered by emotional turmoil, but things seem to be more complicated from the conversation you shared with Ms. Harding."

He stared at it for a moment, torn. She was in the shower. She would never know if he just peeked—just to be sure it wasn’t something dangerous. Something traumatic. His fingers moved before his conscience could weigh in. He tore it open. The first page had a single line typed in bold: "The man who murdered Clara Vale’s parents was Richard Banks." The words didn’t register at first. Alex just stood there, blinking, as his brain refused to comprehend what he was reading. But then his eyes dropped lower—to the second page.

Danny said. “Are you talking about Lekan Johnson, the brother of Biola Johnson who was murdered some weks ago?” DCP Adams asked. “Yes sir” Danny said. “We were talking about closing the case some days ago, because we had no leads at all in tracing the perpetrators of the murder” DCP Adams said. “So are you telling me that you know who are murderes are?” he asked further. “Yes we do, the murderers are based in the US sir, and they have dispatched a team to Lagos to eliminate her brother” Danny said.