Professor's Captive
Everyone had retired for the night and the silence inside the grand halls was comforting except in the library.
Two shadows stood near a dimly lit fireplace, engaged in a whispered conversation. The flicker of the flames reflected in the sharp eyes of Belle’s father, Mikhail Gray, his expression cold and unreadable.
Across from him stood Daston Hallow, an old family friend, but tonight, he wasn’t just visiting for pleasantries. His lips twisted into a thin smile as he passed Mikhail a sealed envelope.
"Is everything ready?" Mikhail asked, his voice low and measured.
"Yes." Daston replied, his eyes narrowing. "The accounts have been moved as you requested. No one will trace it back to us, not
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