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Benjamin decide to approach the house as he sensed something was greatly amiss. Standing on the porch, Benjamin rang the bell a couple of times. He had definitely seen the man go inside even though no light was turned on and he was glad the neighborhood was quiet hence he might draw some attention as he loudly knocked on the locked door. Without ceremony, the door suddenly swung open. "what do you want?" The same man that entered earlier asked in an angry tone. "I want to see Rhea" Benjamin responded. He could tell the man was up to no good. Hence he is ready to fight him if the situation came to that.

Then, with a teasing lilt, he added, “But if you get there safely, make sure to send me a detailed report on how you avoided all disasters along the way.” “Goodbye, Ryan,” I said, still chuckling as I ended the call before he could drag me into another ridiculous scenario. The next minute, another number flashed on my screen—a familiar one. Benjamin. My stomach twisted as I answered. “Hello?” “Olivia. It’s me, Benjamin.” “Oh, Ben. How’re you doing?” I asked, surprised to hear from him. “Well, knowing you’re doing well and that I’m following you to the Trench Bar makes me feel fine.”

She uncrumpled the paper and began reading it aloud. "Dear Sir Benjamin, My days are up. Cancer has had me in its claws and I have been fighting it for a year. You have done so much for me and my family. I know you did not want to visit me when I was bedridden. I know you don't want me to speak of what happened between us.

I found myself wondering how long he had stood outside, working up the courage to come in. “Where have you been, Benjamin?” “I got scared.” “Why?” He shrugged. “I had to get away.” “Where did you go?” “Nowhere.” I let the contradiction pass. Benjamin was full of them. His hands fidgeted, searching for refuge, eventually disappearing into his pockets. “Do you want to take off your coat?” “It’s OK.” “Well, at least sit down.” I gestured toward my office. He moved inside, pausing in front of the bookshelves, scanning the titles. Most of them were texts on psychology and animal behaviour. After a moment, he reached out and tapped a spine.

When I opened it, it read, “Stories said that the prince of Western Wind does not bleed. I would like to see it while I take his heart from him.” My jaw clenched as those words were imprinted on my mind. I crushed the paper into a crumpled ball within my hands. Only one name appeared in my mind. Benjamin.

[This is perfect] He replied almost immediately. [Oh I had to] I raised my gaze to my laptop screen, tapping my cheek with my finger. “What am I to do with you now?” Well, at least I have something to be happy about after a while. The door to my office opened and Benjamin walked in with a scrawl on his face. He took a seat as I closed my laptop. Once he noticed he had my full attention, he spoke. “I got the papers,” he said.

I turned and saw that Benjamin walked in. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, his eyes were red, his shoulders heavy, and his clothes wrinkled. But behind all that weariness, there was something new in his expression. It wasn’t the hollow pain I had seen the day the DNA results crushed us. There was something softer, something almost like relief. He stepped into the room slowly, as if he wasn’t sure if he was allowed, and then, without a word, he came closer and bent down. His arms went around me, pulling me into him.

I had built a life I was proud of, one where I commanded respect and held my head high. Benjamin’s POV After securing Abigail's release and returning to the hotel, I couldn't shake the image of Racheal from my mind. The transformation was astounding. The weak, calm, and heartbroken woman I left behind was now a confident, powerful professional. I felt a strange mix of admiration and regret. I needed to understand what had happened in her life since our bitter divorce. I booked a flight for Abigail back to Bologna; I didn’t want to leave just yet. I felt I should try and find out what Racheal has been up to ever since our divorce. But I gave Abigail the excuse that I wanted to try and handle

As I was walking back to my bunk I stopped at the foot of Ben’s new bed and I could smell his aftershave, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I couldn’t figure out what it actually smelt like. It was really strange. When I heard everyone else coming towards the bunk house I sat on my bed and grabbed a book out and started reading it. “What’s that?” Ben asked, sitting on his bed. “It’s just an old book. I don’t even know where I got it from. I’ve just always had it.” I explained. So he leaned over and looked at the title. “Interview with a Vampire. That’s an interesting story for a Hunter to read.” He said.

"Just a problem; how to take him?" Adaline's eyes widened. "Yes, where is he?" "Here," said Ben in a smug voice; the three Hardys stopped from poring over the Adaline collection of books on the shelves to see what was going on. "Here? You mean you guys came to ask me to predict where Markus is right now?" "Not really, Madam," said Ben emphatically. Rain was a little surprised to see the change in Benjamin's attitude toward Adaline. Slowly and slightly by little, Benjamin's character, which Rain never recognized, begins to unfold. Rain didn't expect to find a man like that—a bit of a tease.