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"I know JD. He won't date any girl who isn't—" Before Pablo could finish what he was going to say, the three immediately covered his mouth. "We're idols, Miss," said Josiah. "If you're dating one of us, it mean you're up for the challenge? I am sure you will encounter obsessive and immature fans to the point that they will invade your privacy and hurt you." My eyebrows met. "For real?" "And speaking of fans." We all looked at Silvester, who was looking down at the phone he was holding. "A fan page posted a photo of you and JD just one minute ago. Did you go on a date earlier?"

So she called the person she trusted the most in the world— There was a click as the call went through. “Hello?” “Madam Dahlia, it’s me, Spider.” Aria’s eyes were perfectly still in the darkness. “Good news. “—I’ve established contact with the assassination target.”

Chris Bradford—that's… that's Killer. Shit!

“My day?” My day had included a press conference where a woman called me a murderer on live television and then called me privately to form a secret alliance while confessing to a hidden affair with the man I had killed and also buried evidence of abuse for. I picked up my phone to check my emails and somehow ended up on his name and I pressed the call button before I could talk myself out of it. It rang twice. "Karma." His voice was awake. Fully awake. Like he hadn't been sleeping either.

"How could I order you to take drugs from the restricted cabinet in the first place? You're the moron who killed someone out of incompetence, and now this is my fault? How shameless can you be?" I sighed. "You're pretty heartless yourself, aren't you? When you were head over heels for him, that same incompetence was 'adorable.' Now he's just a moron to you?"

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

he confessed honestly, taking her breath away. In the same city, the killer who was hired to kill Ida is standing outside her apartment building. He is sitting on the footpath, acting like a homeless man. His main goal is to kill Ida. He just sat there, so he didn't know that Leo was inside Ida's apartment. He is under the impression that she is all alone there. Just then his mobile started vibrating inside his pant pocket. He looked around the empty street before answering the call. "Mam, I am outside her building. I will finish the task tonight. She must be sleeping inside. As soon as I make sure that her neighbors are asleep, I will make my move and kill her" he assured his boss.

But, no, with all the common sense bestowed upon the human race from the higher ones, my best move was to freeze. Just stand there, frozen like a stick. Turn around. And, look my damned killer in the eyes. “Indigo…” Only, that my ‘killer’ is not in front of my face. I had turned around with such sharpness and alertness to face nothing. Nothing, but stray leaves swaying in the breezy, lone air and dancing against the sidewalks. Nobody is there.

“You’re nothing but a crippled wolf! How dare you stand against me?” I lifted my chin, letting my voice ring out over the fire and the drums. “He already carries the Moon Goddess’s blessing. Look at yourself, Andrew—you’re the one who’s fallen. You’re the true cripple here.” The square erupted, voices rising in shock and fury. And then, in the chaos, Clara moved. She crept toward the Moonstone, her fingertips stretching toward its glow. The Elder’s staff struck the stone floor with a deafening crack. “Enough!”

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.