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Despite everything that had happened at dinner, despite the cruel words I'd been forced to say, the genuine concern in Daniel's voice made my eyes fill with tears. "Someone replaced his medication with sugar pills," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "The doctors say he's been slowly dying." Daniel's face went white. "What? That's impossible. Who would do such a thing?" I wanted to tell him everything, about Emily's blackmail, the video, the threats. But I couldn't. The contract I'd signed bound me to silence, and Emily still held all the power. "I don't know," I lied, hating myself for it.

"I need to give my statement at the station." As we walked away, I could hear Danny calling my name, but I didn't look back. I was done with his games, done with his manipulation, and definitely done with his priorities. If he wanted to choose Maia over his own wife after everything that had happened, that told me everything I needed to know about Daniel Knight.

The shots were taken from carefully chosen angles, intimate enough to suggest a hookup. "Explain." Silvia's expression shifted as she answered cautiously, "Those men were just—" Dante interrupted with a sneer, "Just your affairs? I thought you were cold by nature, Silvia. I didn't realize you were this filthy underneath. You're that desperate for excitement now that even street punks will do?" Silvia snapped her head up. "I didn't! You know exactly what kind of person I am." Dante tossed a crumpled piece of paper at her. "I used to. Not anymore. Lucia found this ultrasound report in your trash."

Then he settled back against Tim’s side and looked at the room in front of them, the lamp in the corner and the bookshelf and the window with its dark rectangle of night and Tim’s copy of Gibbon on the side table waiting to be finished. “Don’t let your empire fall,” Daniel said. “I won’t,” Tim said. “Good,” Daniel said. The room was quiet. The house breathed. Outside the night continued. And tomorrow would bring what it brought and the end of the week would arrive when it arrived and Solomon Black would come when he came and all of that was real and present and waiting. But right now it was Thursday evening and Daniel was warm and Tim was beside him and the laughter from earlier was still so

Sawyer exhaled at the silence that followed, thinking that Daniel had deeded his words and left. But Daniel spoke again, a slight edge of command in his voice. "No, Sawyer. You're not a fool. Listen, can you at least open up so we could sort things out, just the two of us." "Say whatever you want to say from the other side. You don't need to see me," Sawyer slid himself down, kneeling like a heap on the floor. He had the tempting option to leave through the back door and let Daniel talk himself to death. Maybe Maddie would finally be forced to call the police and tell them that there was a trespasser in the building. Sawyer would be left alone as Daniel could get a restraining order. "I am a

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

I feel the pressure of their expectations crushing me, but the idea of being subjected to that man… of being exposed to such a level of humiliation… I shook at the very thought. The silence continues, thick and unbearingly heavy before finally breaking as Daniel speaks. "We are really in trouble. Serafine, what will we do?" I don't know, I really really don't know.

Daniel's POV: "Daniel, are you sure of what you are planning to do?" Andrew asked from the other line. "Yes, actually I'm here now in the Del Mundo's lounge in his company." "Ohh... what would you explain to Sophia when she finds your plan?" "I will tell her the truth." "Well, good luck, dude, not from her but from the claws of her father...grrrrr!" and he even copied the sound of a lion before bursting into laughter.

Her phone silent now. Which was worse. --- Silence meant waiting. And waiting meant decisions being made without her. --- She hugged herself. Wondered what rooms he was in. Who was telling him she was too expensive. Too damaged. Too controversial. --- Maybe she should make it easy. Maybe love sometimes meant leaving before you were asked. --- The door opened. She looked up. --- Daniel. Tie loosened. Eyes tired. But burning. --- He walked toward her. Slow. Like approaching something sacred.

"Get some rest. I’m heading out." "Thanks. Get home safe." Daniel exhaled deeply, closing his eyes in the silence of the cold room. He thought his business with the girl was over. Yet, to his surprise, less than two hours later, Lisandra was standing at his door, clutching bags of food with a wide grin.