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Achilles spoke in a soft, gentle voice. I nod, not having the strength to say anything more. ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

"What is it?" "The folder contains the name of the person behind everything. The person's name should actually be the code to access the folder, that's my guess. It also has the evidence of the real account that sent the slush fund to implicate your father as a drug trafficker." Sophia sighed "I have access to top machines for hacking encrypted files as a detective. But you'll have to give me some time, I'm handling some other cases and I have deadlines to meet. But I'll do my best, okay? I'll be coming over to see you soon, we'll talk more by then" "I understand. Thank you for your help concerning my father's case, Sophia. I really appreciate it" Rachel whispered, the hope inside of her gro

But enough to make my heart stop. And when it spoke again… Its voice had changed. Softer. Almost respectful. “Open… and we will come.” A deep, instinctive fear shot through me. “No,” I said immediately. “No, no, absolutely not—nobody is coming anywhere—” Cairos’ grip tightened on me. “Don’t answer that.” “I wasn’t planning to!” But the burning in my chest surged again— And this time— it felt like something was trying to break out.

Silence. Not empty silence. Breathing silence. Slow. Measured. She could hear it clearly. “Inhale.” “Exhale.” Her throat tightened. “Who is this?” A soft laugh answered her. It was low. Familiar. The kind of voice that once made her feel safe. Now it made her blood run cold. “You came back.” Her entire body froze. “That’s impossible,” she whispered. “I told you once,” the voice said calmly. “You cannot walk away from what you did.”

I waited for the scent of cedar and high-stakes stress to fill the room. Instead, I heard a soft, delicate sniffle. And then, a voice that sounded like spun sugar and hidden glass. "Nora? Oh, thank goodness you're here. The staff told me I shouldn't come in, but I... I didn't know where else to go." I slowly closed my book, the spine creaking in the silence. I looked up.

Focus. I raised my hand and knocked softly. No answer. My lips parted, but nothing came out. I knocked again, harder this time, and pressed my ear against the door. Silence. Then, suddenly, a low, dark voice that sent a shiver down my spine. “Come in.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and pushed the door open slowly.

“Let yourself go, Soph… listen to my voice. Feel… and breathe.” A distressed moan is forced out of me. I clench my fingers in my lap, clutch my dress so tightly. Squeeze my toes till my slippers slip off my feet. Heat fills me up. Another sound slips out of my lips—a softer one. Unrecognizable. “That’s it…” He whispers, caressing. “You’re so soft, Soph… and warm.” My head swims, my body relaxing. I lean further into him. “Arch your back like you did for me the other day…”

Then it happened. I shifted too close, too eager, and my shoulder clipped the door. The sound was faint, just a small thud, but in that quiet it was deafening. I cursed under my breath, instinct pushing me to leave before she noticed. My hand had already started to pull away from the frame when her head tilted toward the door. For a heartbeat, the air stood still, And then her voice came—low, soft, but clear enough to slice right through me. “You can come in…”

Slowly but surely-really almost in the fashion of a gentle caress-every morsel found its way to his throat, onwards to his belly, almost as if it were a seduction act. Much thanks, my dearest. The voice was so soft, and the words seemed so genuine that I can almost believe he meant it. Like a gentle stream, the words came from him, flowing endlessly, unabated, as if choking would kill their flow. Who are you? I spoke without delay, my tone firm yet coaxing, attempting to extract the truth gently without pushing him away.