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“You make me sound cooler than I am.” He wraps her in a tight embrace, and her cowboy boots come off the floor as he lifts her in the air. I have to tear my eyes away from them for a moment before I act like a jealous, raging, asshole and rip her right from his arms. “Are you kidding me? You’re the coolest fucking person this town has known, Evans. Your book sat proudly in every store when it was released. All the women in town had a book club for it.” His voice gets a little lower when he risks a glance at me. “Linda hosted it,” he finishes sadly.

“I’m tired of living by someone else’s rules. This time, I’ll move at my own pace. No pressure, no deadlines, and no shapeshifters or goddesses telling me what to do.” I can’t help but smile a little at that. Linda’s smile isn’t full of love, but it’s honest. And right now, that’s the best I can ask of her. She stands up slowly, testing her strength as if making sure her body will hold her. After a deep sigh, she looks at me and nods. “Come on, Lydia. It’s time to say goodbye.” Our steps echo against the stone walls as we walk toward the entrance of the cave. Linda carries a small backpack filled with the few things she wanted to keep—some photos of our parents, a few pieces of clothing, and

“She said Zarek was out of time.” “I heard,” Linda said. “But I think she’s lying.” I looked at her sharply. “Why?” “She was too calm. Too smug. Like she knew something we didn’t. That kind of calm doesn’t come from knowing someone’s dying. It comes from controlling the how.” I felt cold all over. “You think she has more poison?” Linda hesitated. “No. I think she already gave him enough. But she’s waiting for us to break. She wants us to lose hope. Because that’s when she strikes hardest.”

John revealed. Peter listened intently, his curiosity growing with each word. "What else have you found?" The fact that she just moved to New York made him think of things that couldn't be true. She wasn't Lotus. And Sarah? Peter cut the call, trying to digest what I had heard. Peter called John once again, eager for an update. "John, what have you found?" "Boss, we've uncovered something interesting. It seems Linda has a secret past, one she's been desperately trying to hide," John revealed.

He had wrapped her up nicely before leaving to get a maid. Luca said to her, "Linda, meet your new friend, Hannah, she'll help you out, okay?" Linda sneered at him and raised the notepad to his face, the one he had given her. She had written something on it for him to read. 'I'm not mentally deranged, you idiot!' How did she hear his conversation with the maids? She was definitely eavesdropping close to the door but he could have heard her footsteps. Was she such a professional assassin who was good at stealth?

from the workers. Linda was a fashion goddess, and everyone knew that. From the delicate embroidery that knitted a seamless purple gown, which did nothing but show off the glow from her fresh skin—one of the latest trends off the runway—to the Hermes bag strapped to her hand, which was new-season. Her silver-dyed hair complimented her looks as it fell in neat curls over her shoulder. She took to the corner that led to the CEO's office and caught Shelly bent over Kylian's secretary's desk in an early morning gossip.

from anyone else. Elma nodded. “Fine is enough for today.” 5:33 PM The afternoon stretched. No alerts. No calls. No “quick sync.” Elma opened a book on her phone. A novel she’d downloaded three months ago and never read past page one. She read two pages. Then three. Linda left at 5:45. “I’m going to go sit in traffic like a normal person,” she said. “It’s a luxury now.” Nathan stayed. Not working. Just sitting.

Lysandra informs. He sacrificed Linda?!

Russell finally spoke up, "Go ahead and talk. I’ll consider helping your family." Lucas shot him a cold glance. "Well, looks like we have a philanthropist in the room." His tone dripped with sarcasm. Russell ignored Lucas' taunt and kept his focus on Linda. Hope flickered in Linda's eyes as she began, "I know she’s from Larbor City. She was a girl who contacted me a week ago and made me an offer. She wanted me to drug Mrs. Tudor and guide her upstairs. I wasn’t supposed to be involved in anything else."

I mumbled. "What did you say?" She turned around quickly. "Nothing mom." I kissed her cheek and waved to them as they got in the car and pulled off. I shut the door and turned to see Linda descending from the stairs. "She's woke." I nodded. "Thank you, Linda." "I will prepare some lunch for you guys." Follow Check out my books! Published Stories •The Complicated Tale of Emily And Henry Finish Stories •The Human Mate •The Young She-Wolf •Resisting the Alpha