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Cassie froze. “No, of course not.” she said incredulously. “I couldn’t bring myself to.” Dorothy didn’t comment. She calmly took out her earbuds and android device. “Sit.” She ordered Cassie. Cassie obeyed with a sigh. After a couple taps, Dorothy handed the phone and earbuds over to Cassie. “I need you to watch it,” she said plainly. “Embarrassment aside, if something’s off, you’ll notice it faster than I will.”

I wasn’t expecting both of them, but maybe I could talk sense into both of them. “Dorothy is asleep. She can stay for the night. We need to talk.” I wanted Dorothy to tell him, but I wasn’t waking her up after it took me so long to convince her to sleep. She was one hundred percent positive that Kade was going to kill her and I wouldn’t notice “Has she said anything?” Damien mutters as he takes a seat at my small dining table. I tell them the conversation I had with Dorothy. “He called her poison?!” Dane asks in disgust

Her door was locked behind her by Prince's boys and they strangled her. They made it seem like a suicide as they hung her to the ceiling fan with a suicide note. They thought everything would end there, but as they were trying to leave her house unnoticed. The cops were coming and they was a shoot out. Several cops were killed and they finally caught the killers after shooting their legs. They were tortured to confess who sent them to kill Deborah, but they remained adamant as a loyal dog to the core and wouldn't want to breach their loyalty. Since they didn't want to reveal more information, they were prosecuted and executed. They died by firing squad and Prince was there.

Maybe she was wondering what to say. "Never." she finally replied with a sigh. I looked into her eyes. "But maybe you should." AT LAURA'S ROOM LAURA P.O.V. I kept thinking all night about what Margaret had told me. It was unfair. Many things in this world weren't fair. For example, the murder of Jack .. 1 YEAR EARLIER "Please let us go .. I'll give you everything..do you want money?" I prayed but without success. They didn't even listen to me.

Dorothy's stern voice and imposing manner made Ezra and Aldus pale, silencing them. The next moment, Dorothy spoke again, "A mere illegitimate child, daring to kill me, deserves to die, even if… you are Walter's son!" "Then, let's bet on it!" Austin remained fearless, gripping the handle of his long knife tightly, causing it to creak faintly. Time seemed to freeze at that moment. The air was suffocating as if an invisible hand was gripping everyone's throat. In the tense standoff, Mason instinctively pulled Dorothy back a step and stepped forward himself.

"Ryan had my father trapped in Ghidorah." "We already know," the processor answered sharply. "General Zod and Esther have told us everything. Just tell us something new. I mean, how did you plan on killing Balrog before she caused more harm? And don't forget, Ryan and his army were still out there. The priest is also looking for you. " She illuminated, and a loud sigh escaped my nostrils. T.b.c

But before she could, the wife found a golf club from somewhere and charged at Dorothy. Dorothy let out a terrified scream. In her panic, she ran toward the hotel's balcony. In her rage, the wife ran after Dorothy. The two of them struggled for a moment outside. Then, a bloodcurdling scream could be heard. The person holding the camera rushed forward only to capture the final moment—Dorothy's lifeless body on the ground below. Summer paused the video there and tossed the remote aside. "So, did you get a good look at how she died?"

The storm didn't start with thunder. It started with silence. The kind of silence that crept in first—on bare feet, breathless—and waited. Waiting like it knew what was coming, like it had already opened the door and watched the blood soak through the floorboards. By the time the town of Elderwood blinked, the dead were already walking. They didn’t wear rotted flesh. These weren’t the kind of corpses that moaned. No. These were worse. Former Alphas.

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

Dorothy returned to the living room 20 minutes later with a tray of bite-size sandwiches and a pitcher full of a bluish liquid, which she placed on the table between them. “I’m seeing a ghost from the past sitting in my living room,” said Dorothy, wiping a tear down her left eye, “I remember vividly the night your parents died. I wanted them to be spared, but the EBEE wouldn’t have it, they so desperately wanted to kill and destroy anyone close to Lord Meozo, fearing that they would bring him back. Your parents hated working for him, they would never have brought him back.” Tears kept running down her eyes. Coralis remained silent, processing what the woman across from her was saying.