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As he looked at the screen, I looked at him. “It’s one of the investors,” Liam said to me, and then answered the phone. “Hello?” As he spoke I grabbed the remote and muted the television, tired of hearing Joanna’s voice anyway. “Yes. Yes, she’s here, as are our children. Oh. Uh, of course. One moment.” Liam looked at me. “He wants to be put on speaker. I glanced at the children, but ultimately agreed. “Okay.” Liam put the phone on speaker and then held it out in the air. “Alright, sir. Go ahead. You are on speaker now.”

I smile at him, after burying my heartache. "Thank you for helping me focus on the facts about Leo..." I say, grateful. He cocks his eyebrow at me. "Leo?" I roll my eyes. "It's so much easier to call him Leo than say his whole name - LEO. NIDAS...It's just too long" I shake my head. For the rest of the evening, Felix and I spend talking about so many topics. For instance, I learned that he loves writing poems, hiking and drawing. I had asked him to recite one of his poems to me, but all he did was blush and shake his head no - so I guess I couldn't force him. Throughout our conversation, I wanted to ask him about his life as a rouge but I know it would be too personal to ask.

Just a business man with a soul that was probably just cigarettes and nightly stock reports. “Iris?” My head moved up from my book, “I’m going to pass out soon,” I knew why, “That’s fine,” I replied, “How long until we get to-” “We’re going to the Maldives. We’ll be landing in Sri-” A yawn rang out, “Lanka and then directly to some private island.” I felt my chest rise, “Wake me up when we get…” He trailed off his head lulling as he slumped further in his seat.

His gut twisted as he answered. “You’re cutting it close,” a cold voice said. “We don’t tolerate delays.” “I just—needed a window,” Liam muttered. His throat was tight. “I’ll get it done.” “You’d better.” The voice sharpened. “Because your sister won’t be so lucky next time.” The call ended. Silence pressed in. He sat there, motionless, the hum of his fridge the only sound. His hand shook as he picked up the USB again. It was small, harmless-looking, yet it felt like a loaded weapon.

Screams echoed from the wine cellar. Linda and Tom. “Marcus! Kevin! Where are you?” “Liam! What happened?” “What’s with that alarm?” But no one answered them. My private messages pinged. [Liam: Done.] [Liam: Is there room in the studio now?] [Liam: I’m on my way.] His tone was smug. Like he’d just taken out the trash. [Liam: See? My teleport ability is so useful. If we work together, we can easily take care of the rest.]

looking at her in his arms, Liam was hurt deeply by her smile, and his big hand on his side out of sight, was clenched into a fist out of sight. That day, Rita was tired of crying and fell asleep in bed. However, even if she fell asleep, she would still sob sometimes. *** In the living room. Liam sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and looked at the U disk and took a smoke. He inserted the U disk into the computer and listened to the recording again, especially the voice of the second woman at the end of the track. Over and over again! Every time he listened, he looked even more pale. In the end, his whole face was palpably gloomy.

He answere⁠d instantly. Silence. Then a ch‍i‍ld’s frig‍h‌tened voice whispe⁠red throu⁠gh the line.⁠ ‍“‍Liam?” His heart nearly stopped. “No‌ah?” A shaky breath answered him. Then another voice entered t⁠he call. Ol‍der. Fam‍iliar. “Now you understand how far f‌amily can‌ push a man.” ‍Mark Blackwel‍l. And before Liam could speak—‍ The call disconnect⁠ed.

I picked up the phone again, hands shaking. To Liam - 12:15 AM: "You know what your right i dont want him anymore i HATE that i dont want him but i dont" To Liam - 12:23 AM: "Im so tired of pretending liam im so tired" I clicked on the voicemail from Liam. My own voice, slurred and filled with tears, filled the tiny room.

And it terrified her. After a moment, she pushed away from the counter and followed the faint sound of his voice. She found him in his study, his back to her, his fingers pressed against the desk as if holding himself together. “I don’t care what it takes,” Liam said into the phone, his voice sharp, controlled. “Handle it.” A beat of silence. Then, his fist slammed against the desk. “No. That’s not an option. I want a name.” Lily’s breath caught in her throat. Whoever was on the other end of that call had just pushed Liam past his limits.

His fingers twitched against the stone. “Liam!” I grabbed his arm. “Let go!” “I—I can’t.” His voice was strained, choked. “Selene, it’s… speaking.” My blood turned to ice. “What do you hear?” His eyes rolled back slightly. “A voice. A man’s voice. No—many voices. Hundreds. All calling me by name.” The air thickened around us, growing heavy with pressure. “What are they saying?” I demanded. Liam’s chest rose sharply.