David Baldacci Mercy Series In Order Novels & Stories

Brandon I sit here at the desk looking over bills that I'll need to take care of for the month. It's been three years since I left the only place I've ever called home. I didn't want to run away from what I had done. I wanted to answer for all the wrong and pain that I had caused everyone, but things had changed once I marked Misty. Once our souls were bonded nothing else matter but her. Suddenly a part of me needed her. I knew Tyson and Luka would have found me there eventually and I couldn't risk them hurting her to make me pay for what I've done, so to keep her safe I had to leave.

“Time can tolerate a great deal. It tolerates chaos. It tolerates suffering. It tolerates death, endlessly. What it does not tolerate is obstruction.” My stomach tightens. “So I’m an obstruction.” Mercy doesn’t smile. “You’re worse. You are a point it can’t smooth.” I think of the battlefield. Of the wrongness I felt when the moment repeated. Of the way my body seemed to know where it would break before it did. I think of the clock hand pausing. “How do you know,” I ask. Mercy’s eyes flick to Eliza, then back to me. “Because I’ve seen anchors before,” she says. “And I’ve seen what time does to the people who love them.”

“And if I’m honest, Aletha, I don’t want to remember. I told Alpha August I don’t want him to do any investigating into my past anymore. I’m just happy to be here.” Aletha stared at her for a minute. “But you do know… Alpha Rider’s not going to be content with letting you stay here, right? He’ll come for you.” She had her voice low like it was a secret. Mercy could see not wanting to alarm the other patrons. “I’m not too worried about it,” Mercy told her, though that wasn’t completely true. The dreams she’d been having recently, about facing Alpha Rider on the battlefield, didn’t end with her winning. Not that she ever saw the end. But she got the impression that he had a card up his sleeve

She got out of the car and walked towards Mina's door, still amazed at how easily he'd read her yet again. It was noon when the couple arrived at the mansion. Kevin walked straight into the study to get his important files while Emma went to check on Kate and Ivy, only to find their rooms empty. Her heart sank with sadness knowing the woman had left with a broken heart. "Mrs Smith told me to give this to you," Amanda said softly, handing Emma a letter and a huge necklace box. Emma took it and slowly walked back into her room, her sadness palpable. Whatever had happened was wrong and tragic.

She stepped forward and hugged him firmly, and David held her back as if reassuring himself that she was real—that she was still his daughter despite the ivory suit and the guards outside. They moved into the living room as a family. The guards remained stationed outside, and the house suddenly felt smaller. It wasn’t because the walls had moved, but because Mercy had grown. As they sat down, a lingering silence was broken by a new presence. Lydia stood at the edge of the room, watching. Her eyes moved over Mercy slowly, taking in her posture and the quiet confidence she carried. Something inside Lydia finally broke. she stepped forward, her movements slow and hesitant. “Mercy…” she said, he