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She hesitated before answering. “Hello?” A familiar voice slid through the line like oil. “Good evening, Miss Solche.” Her blood turned to ice. Caldwell. She didn’t speak. “I see you found my little warehouse,” he continued calmly. “I was wondering how long it would take.” Tiana’s grip tightened on the phone. “You forged the authorization.” A soft chuckle. “Ah. You saw that.” “Why?” “Because, my dear, revenge is only satisfying when it is… layered.”

He thought he won but no. Asher suddenly stood up from where he sat and stepped out, heading straight to Mr Floyd as he pulled off the gloves in his hands. " I poisoned my patient? Really? " The triple treat genius asked and then scoffed. Gently, he turned to Douglas and handed him a tube where he had collected the black blood from Castro. " It contains Gra34, which is used mostly for patients in the Intensive unit care. Check the department that has orders for it in the pharmacy department. From there we would know who is behind this cruelty "

"Dark skies, dewy sands, that's the Gerly Mountain. How did it crumble?" He walked towards the riverbank, his hands moving into the waters. He sent me a glare, and I lowered my gaze to his hand; it was blazing, more like deteriorating. His sinister aura cloaked the air around us, choking me as I gasped for air. "You let out Vala, the ancient one. So you know what that means?" His eyes began to glow, the cloak falling off his body. Damn, he is hot. I mean, his broad chest definitely spelled 5-star gym coach, those well-sculpted abs dripping with sweat, those masculine arms tense and firm like he was going to grab me at any moment. He would make a good stripper, I must say.

> **CHEMICAL PROFILE: CLEAR** > NO CONTRABAND DETECTED. > REGISTRATION: APPROVED. > A collective sigh of relief seemed to whisper through the crowded gallery. "The wraps are legally registered to the Stormfang Syndicate for the Autumn Championship," the central automated system chimed, its synthetic voice echoing through the grand hall. Rhys slowly pulled his arm from the cradle, his eyes never leaving Malakor’s face. He reached down, wrapping his massive, warm hand around Agnes’s waist, pulling her flush against his side in a public, dominant display of absolute possession.