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Liam’s voice cooes in my ears. “Thank you.” simmers out my lips like a softened whisper. “After all that. . .” He pauses. “Activity,” Liam adds. I can tell he’s trying to be respectful but with my now sound mind, it’s not helping knowing that he knows. “It’s the least I can do.” I let my hand fall down his sleeve, abashed. I hear a chuckle resound in my ears. Liam mutters something in a foreign language, one I can guess to be Russian. This is going to be one hell of a day.

Liam blinked furiously as he fought his laughter. “Good morning…” he mimicked Daniella’s hoarse voice just now. “God! You sounded just like a Batman, baby,” he busted up, unable to hold back the laughter. “Dad!” Daniella scowled hard at him, “Not only did you make me cripple but I've also lost my voice,” she angrily glared up her pretty nose at her father who in turn snickered deeply. “Nah, Ella, you haven't lost your voice yet. It's just that your current voice sounds very much unlike you. More like a toad’s voice, I must confess,” Liam choked on the laughter that ripped from his throat.

Damien asked once more, his voice thick with emotion and unrecognizable. "No, there's still another. " "Hand it over." Liam hesitated, not sure if he wanted Damien to listen to the second one, when he was still so raw from the first one. At his hesitation, Damien glared at him and he immediately hastened to carry out the order. At times like this, it was wise to forget that Damien was his best friend of over fifteen years. The look in his eyes at the moment brooked no disobedience, and Liam quickly brought out his cell phone. He had stored the recordings in his phone as well, and he quickly searched for the second recording.

Liam was about to explode! He suddenly picked up his phone and tapped the screen hard. After a while, he answered a call. He finally seemed to have the right to speak, and roared to the other side of the phone. "What's wrong? Speak up!!!"

Tumingin siya kay Valerie, na dahan-dahang hinawakan ang kanyang kamay sa gitna ng kailaliman ng dagat. ​"Ayaw kong maging diyos," sabi ni Liam. "Gusto ko lang maging isang kapatid kay Skye, at maging anak nina Xander at Aria." ​Itinutok ni Liam ang kanyang sonic gauntlet sa main processor ng Original Core. ​"Goodbye, Brother." ​BOOOOOOM!

The pace. Loud, shameless moans. Not quiet. Not rushed. They weren’t trying to hide. They didn’t care who heard. I took a step forward, slow and heavy. Every part of me screamed, Turn back! But my feet didn’t listen. Maybe my heart already knew it was over and just wanted to see what broke it. I walked down the hallway. The sounds got clearer. Stronger. His voice. “God, you feel so good,” Liam said. Another moan. Another thrust.

"Please..please..let my son go. I'm the one who hurt you, right? Take me instead. Just let the little child go." "No." the voice answered firmly, "I will make you miserable, Natalia Wilson. You came back into my perfect life and took away the one thing I loved the most. It's only right that I do the same." "No...no..no, please don't harm my son. We can talk about this..we can-" "Say your last words." the voice cut me off. "Mommy?? Mommy, where are you?" Liam's frightened voice came through, "Mommy, I'm scared."

Embarrassed, I ask them to let me hear what they have so far. Closing my eyes, I let myself focus on each of their voices. I try my best to listen and isolate some of the problematic parts in the harmony, taking mental notes of each slightly wrong note. “Were we that bad?” “Huh?” Confused, I finally open my eyes only to see Liam’s pouting face, his lips pursed around the straw of his drink. “You’re scrunching your face like you ate something bad,” he continues, chewing at the straw as he brushes a stray piece of his red hair away from his forehead.

His thumb hovered over the screen for a moment—not to reply, but as though he were considering the best way to crush the man without leaving any evidence behind. He didn’t answer. He marked the conversation as unread, turned the Wi-Fi back on, and locked the phone. Leaning against the headboard, Liam slowly dragged a hand down his face. His thumb came to rest against his lips, pressing hard while his expression remained unreadable. When he spoke, his voice was low and controlled, almost a dangerous whisper addressed to someone who wasn’t there. “Come near what belongs to me…” He paused, his fingers slowly curling as though tightening around something invisible.

"Welcome to this lovely evening before the then again start of our game. A game which all of you has been helping to thrive. Providing, maintaining and of course, improving. A toast for all of our investors and for our new set of Liars!" I still don't like her voice. It's high pitch like a cat being stranggled on the neck. I hesitantly grabbed a glass of the finest wine on my front and raised it on the air. "For Maharlika!" I froced a smile before slightly banging the tip of my glass to Elio's. Whe then looked at each other before taking a sip. It was sparkly, acidic, sour that I don't know anymore if it is good or not. After that, we all clapped and having to listen to a soft, melodic symph