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It's quite straight anyway, thank God. So now, we were in his livingroom, Axel was sitting and my head was rested on his thighs, while I was reading out loud. This time, it was Agatha Christie's turn and her novel And then there were none. I have never read this one before and I was loving it, with the exeption of Axel ruining every plottwist for me and then giggling like a schoolgirl when I got mad at him and swat his chest.

I let the white roses bloom and fade and bloom again in the garden that had forgotten how to die. --- On the fifteenth day, a letter arrived. Agatha brought it to the drawing room on a silver tray, her face pale. The envelope was thick, cream-colored, sealed with black wax. The symbol pressed into it was a weeping eye inside a crown. The Nocturne Court. Kael took the letter and broke the seal. His eyes scanned the elegant script. His jaw tightened. "What is it?" He handed me the letter. To the Voidborn's Tether,

Only now that I realized how close we are to each other, and if only he’s breathing like a normal human would, then maybe I already inhaled his breath… Just a few inches away and I’m sure that our lips will finally collide. “I’m sorry, but this must be some kind of mistake. I am not Heather. I am Agatha,” I introduced myself, hoping that it will wake his senses. But that didn’t even help me out. He placed his palms on the walls, pressing it with much desire as he leans in, and I froze, feeling his lips near my earlobes. “Heather… I finally found you. After centuries of waiting…” He whispered through my ears, inhaling the vanilla scent that I put on myself earlier this morning.

I reached for it, my fingers trembling slightly, a sense of foreboding washing over me. There was no return address, no markings, just my name, printed in stark, black letters: AGATHA DE ROSSI – PERSONAL AND CONFIDENTIAL I tore it open, my hands shaking, my breath catching in my throat. Inside, there was a single sheet of paper, folded neatly in thirds, and a small, silver USB drive. My eyes scanned the page, the words, typed in a simple, unadorned font, hitting me like a physical blow. Agatha,

she snapped, her hand shooting out to grab the phone. I yanked it back just in time, quickly pressing the end call button before she could wrestle it from me. “Here,” I said, handing it over. “Your precious plan is intact. Happy?” Agatha snatched the phone from my hands, glaring daggers at me. “If you’re lying, Bridgette—” “I’m not,” I interrupted, meeting her gaze with feigned resignation. “Now let’s get this over with.” Agatha wasted no time. She grabbed the folder of documents from the seat beside her and flipped it open, shoving a pen into my hands. “Sign here. And here. And don’t even think about reading the fine print.”

Just past the first turn, she realised there was no house, no village in front of her, only a long stretch of whiteness bordered by snow-powdered hedges without a telltale rise in smoke in the distance. She didn't dare look up again for a long while. Time lost all meaning as she walked onward, her cheeks stinging, then without feeling, as hints of eventide crept in behind the melancholy December sky. It was then that Betty murmured an almost forgotten prayer from her childhood……...a little something to her guardian Angel begging an entree to paradise. ………………………….. She awoke stretching contentedly. Staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, it took her a few moments to determine where she was, but

"Good girl. My good girl." Agatha held her Nana in her arms and hugged her tightly. Nana’s hand slowly fell down to her side. Agatha, hearing the sudden thump of Nana’s hand hitting the floor looked at her nanny’s pale face. "Nana? Nana? Nana! NANA!" “Oh my god, the elderly woman, she’s dead,” said Prince Bo. Agatha broke down in tears hugging the elderly woman's dead body. She was letting out harsh cries of agony.

ISBN 978 0 14 044913 6 Page 114, Paragraph 3 My breath stopped. A book cipher. I remember this, I whispered. He used to hide messages in books. Adrian’s voice sharpened immediately. Find the book. I moved fast to the shelf, scanning titles with shaking hands. Then I saw it. The Count of Monte Cristo. My fingers trembled as I pulled it out. Pages flipped too quickly as I searched, panic building in my chest. Until I reached page 114. Paragraph three.

he roared. “ENOUGH!” Nathan glared at Nick. “Is this the best you could do? A circus?” Nick lowered his head in submission. He was embarrassed that he could not extract any useful information. He turned around to face Agatha. “I almost forgot you were here, why so quiet? What happened to the stories you told me last night?” he asked while crossing his ripped arms across his chest. “I already told you what I know. From last night until now, I'm afraid there’s no new information I can give you,” she responded in a sing-song tone. Her eyes were soft but pained.

“I see. Do you swear to the court that your words are the truth and nothing but the truth?” “Yes, your honor.” “Very well. What about you? The one in the mask.” The girl took off her glasses and mask and revealed herself to be… Agatha. “What?” Christa exclaimed, “That's… your honor, please don't listen to a word that girl says. I dismissed her from the Renfry household, so she is doing this because of revenge.” “Revenge? I no longer care about that household.” Agatha shot back, “I am doing this because it is the right thing to do. You are hardly fit to be a mother, and Mr Renfry is a lecherous man who couldn't care less about his son.”