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Jeff revealed, his eyes distant as if retracing his steps. The weight of his past actions and the loss he had endured were evident in his demeanor. "Why do you want to take revenge?" Drake's question hung in the air, his curiosity genuine as he sought to understand the motivations behind Jeff's desires. Jeff's voice wavered as he responded, his tone carrying a heaviness that seemed to be the result of years of suppressed emotions. "My family was killed," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "My wife and three children were killed on the same day at my old house."

“You're treating me like trash, Jeff. I came to you with my grievances, and you promised to help me. The first attempt didn’t yield a thing, so what next?! I want Jessica White dead. What is stopping you from killing her?” A masculine voice I assume belongs to Jefferson, and lets out a gruff laughter. “You are so naïve and clueless. What was I expecting anyway? The daughter of a murderer will always long for blood even though she can't even wield a sword.” “Oh, please, getting rid of that girl is not hard-” “Why don’t you do it yourself, then?” Jefferson snaps. “Huh? Rhea Luther, if you think it's just ABC, then do your dirty work yourself!”

“He’s in the kitchen if that’s who you’re looking for.” “What’s with all the noise? I told you boys to shut the hell up!” Jeff yelled from the kitchen. Asher turned and stalked toward the kitchen. He grabbed Jeff by the front of his shirt, and slammed him against the wall. “You raise your hands to those boys?” “Shoulda drowned them at birth,” Jeff slurred. “Yeah, instead you drove our momma to kill herself,” Joel spat from behind Asher. “You’re despicable,” Asher said, driving his fist into the man’s stomach.

"They were like a different species, totally different from us. Only that they were too naive and knew nothing about violence." "It must have been a heaven." Sandra nodded, her next word interrupted by Jeff's whisper. "There's one of the Killer mummies heading over." "Do you think they heard us?" Wei asked. "No." Jeff stayed fix in his position. "This one is different. It feels as if he is looking back at me." "What do you—" Salvador was about to head over when Jeff jumped aside, blood gushing out of his right shoulder from where he was hit. "Fuck."

“To keep you in the dark.” Silence stretched between us. I forced myself to breathe evenly. “Why?” Jeff tilted his head. “Because, sweetheart, if you knew the truth… you’d be dead.” For the first time since walking in, real fear curled around my ribs. Jeff wasn’t lying. He might have been a manipulative bastard, but right now? He wasn’t playing. “You should walk away,” he said, his voice surprisingly soft. “Forget about Nolan. Forget about Lorenzo. Just go.”

I grunted. "Jeffery is dead," Jerry revealed. I blinked in surprise as Jerry explained that Jeffery had fled the safe house to confront his ex-mate Alice. Somehow, she had wielded time-freeze magic, a formidable ancient power, and killed him. James had subsequently disposed of the evidence, leaving me to process this shocking development.

“I’ll take my chances.” Blake raised an eyebrow, clearly testing him. Jeff shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned back like he was cool as ever, even though I could tell the nerves were still bubbling underneath. “I’m a good guy,” he said honestly. “No rotten skeletons in the closet.” I snorted softly under my breath. That had to be the cleanest, most polite way anyone had ever described Jefferey. “Besides,” he added quietly, “Esther doesn’t even know any of this yet.”

It has been so long, And ever since I returned and regained my memory, I haven’t had the opportunity to visit him. “Have you found Asher?” Someone behind me said. I was so startled, but when I turned around, I was more shocked. “Do you miss your grandpa that much?” Jeff? “W…wh…what are you doing…” I tried to put the words together, but I couldn’t. Jeff is in prison waiting for his death, Who is this? And why does he look like Jeff? “Hahahaaha, Blair, do not be surprised, this is me.”

We still had that talk between us. "Are you planning to get yourself drunk at my party? "If that is what it will take for me to forget about Dahlia and everything that happened here tonight" "You know that I can speak about it that whoever speaks About it will be killed off" "You don't have to do all that, I am sure boy Many people will remember it except they want to be punished by me as well" Jeff was another werewolf who was feared in the pack, he was strong and knew how to handle situations when I was gone, I admire Hon a lot for always being there even when I didn't ask for it.

"What I wanted to ask you was... did you see anything else on him? Something sparkling? A golden chain necklace, or a ring?" More annoyance surfaced in my expression as I glared at him. "I resembled a zombie then. I was so exhausted that I probably wouldn't notice him wearing a golden jacket. I wouldn't even notice him passing me by if it weren't for this fucking wallet." "I see…" He gave me a thin-lipped smile. "Well, the killer cut off his little finger before he or she... did the rest, so I hoped that maybe you saw something." Dread filled me, making me nauseous. "Someone cut off his finger and then ripped his throat?" I said, nearly breathlessly.