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Autumn's POV "What is going on Autumn? Did you really report Agatha to the authorities?" A dog called Adonis came barging into my room to ask. I pretended not to hear anything and continued to read the interesting book I got on my way back after meeting Gina and her brother. It was interesting to finally report Agatha of trying to kill me. Why do I have to accommodate Agatha all the time?

He spat and before Christian could process his words, Daniel walked out of the room, closing the door with a loud thud, leaving Christian perplexed. He sat on the edge of the bed thinking about Daniel’s words, but everything appeared to be in a haze. He rubbed his stubble while trying to put pressure on his mind, but everything was blank as a white sheet of paper. “Agatha is dead and since the day I got to know about her, my hallucination and nightmares stopped.” He wondered, wiping sweat off his forehead. “Cheating man? Is there something else I need to know?”

I plead. Shut up and enjoy the show," my wolf interrupts, spitting out the remains of the flash drive at Agatha's feet. "Look at her face. Look how the mighty have fallen. Now she has no evidence against us!” he laughs “You… you don't understand!” my voice fights to be heard through his loud laughter. “Agatha always has backups. I can swear that she has millions of copies!" I see Agatha trying to pick up herself from the floor. Eyes are wide with genuine fear, but in th I see a type of confidence that shows that she is not done with me just yet

What does he have to go with Geneva? I transformed into my human form and put on my clothes before I approached the wooden desk. I scanned it and saw a book that I'm curious to read. I immediately grabbed it before I opened it. The name Agnes is written on the front page and the pages seem old and worn out. I skimmed through the pages and one part caught my eye. "The Goddess made my heart feel like racing despite my heart being lifeless," I read the vampire's notes, and my mouth agape. "She's special indeed," I read further and my eyebrows raised.

Agatha had a way of making people fall for her cooking skills. "I'm glad you like it. What book are you reading?", Agatha asked. "The fall of the dark angel", she answered with her mouth full. "I love that book. I'm not going to spoil it for you, then", Agatha said making her pout. "Just tell me if Athena and Damon forgave each other", Arieon pleaded.

I protested to my parents in either skipping the school or transferring to another school but they forced me to be here as this is the only school which is best. I reserved a place in one of the seats available though nobody was there. I kept my bag and went in search of a nice book. I went to the thriller books section and searched for a book, perfect for reading at this moment. ‘The black coffee’ by Agatha Christie, the great author, caught my eyes as I wanted to read this book for a very long time but I didn’t get to.

Agatha grinned as she flipped through an ancient recipe booklet he’d brought her, the pages yellowed with age. “Babe, this is incredible,” she said, wide-eyed. “How much did you pay for it?” Kelly kissed her forehead. “If I told you I didn’t buy it, would you believe me?” “I might,” Agatha said slowly. “You can’t just buy something like this—unless it’s at an auction.” “Someone gave it to me,” Kelly said, grinning. Agatha sat up sharply, suspicion darkening her expression. “Stop joking. Unless you’re their son-in-law, or you saved the entire family, no one would just hand this over.”

I searched Noah’s study again, paying attention to every single detail, I noticed that every drawer and shelf looked too neat, too organized. Then, tucked in the back of his desk, I found a file with nothing but a list of women’s names, no numbers, no addresses. Just names. My stomach twisted. Just what the hell was Noah involved in? I shoved the file back, my hands were trembling. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it wasn’t what it looked like. But the shadows in his eyes lately told me otherwise. Agatha must have noticed my pause, “what’s wrong? Did you find something?” I couldn’t answer her, I just looked at the file in my hand.

And just seeing him in the picture brings back flashbacks. The bald man. That creep. So I wasn’t drunk, and my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. So all those actually happened. The stalking, the chasing. Then the drink, the bullet in the Champagne. The note. Right! The note! I have it! Jumping to her feet, Agatha rushes to her hand bag that she took along with her and pulling out the tiny chit. “Wow. You really are real.” No shit Sherlock. Slowly she unrolls the note, rereading the words again.