Novel & Cerita Lila Archer Criminal Minds

**This is Book 4 of the Guardians Next Generation series and Book 8 of the overall Guardian series. References will be made to events in other books and may not be fully explained in this novel. My phone rings unusually early in the morning. “Hello.” “Hey, Leana. Want to go on a road trip to Araphyra with me?” Lily, my best friend for my entire life, asks through the phone.

“I liked it. When they made me say those things… when they forced me to look into the camera while they destroyed me… I came harder than I ever have with our own men.” She turned her head, eyes filled with shame and fear. “What if I’m broken, Mother? What if I want them to release everything? What if I want thousands of strangers to watch me get used like that every day?” Lila’s expression darkened with understanding. She had lived through similar demons decades ago. “That is the real war now,” Lila said. “Not just who fucks you harder — but who owns your mind when the cameras are rolling.” Later that afternoon, the two families met for the final verdict.

I froze. I closed my eyes tightly and shook my head. No. It’s not him, don't let your mind play tricks on you. If you keep this up you're going straight to the psych ward. His finger wrapped around my hips and he squeezed. His hot breath tickled my ear. “Answer the fucking Question Lily. Who the fuck is Mattie?” Archer asked again. I shook my head. “This isn’t real. You’re dead.” I said aloud, it was more for myself than him.

She flushed at her stammering and bit her bottom lip as she looked at her old friends. Amos exchanged looks with Theodavian before speaking. “However, nobody knows who the Slayer is. Lysabet Archer was rumored to have died, but her body was never recovered. No known heiress has ever stepped up or out of the shadows.” He shrugged. “Well, that we know of. We believe she’ll show up when the time is right and she’ll announce her presence and existence.”

“What do you need from me, Sir?” Dominic leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes locking onto hers with that cold, calculated intensity. “You have a best friend, correct? Lila Moreau. 24. She works at the downtown art gallery. Pretty face, nice curvy body, long chestnut hair. Very innocent-looking from the photos I’ve seen.” Aria’s heart sank like a stone. Her stomach twisted violently. “Sir… please,” she begged, her voice cracking. “Not Lila. She’s completely innocent. She has nothing to do with what I did. Please don’t drag her into this.”

"Are you a shewolf? Where's your pack?" "I don't understand everything you say. I'm just an ordinary girl working as a cook in a French restaurant. I don't know anything about shewolves, packs, children or anything else." "You're not lying?" "No," Liana said through her tears. "Okay, I'll check your data." "So... I'm going home?" "If you are innocent, you will definitely go home. Now eat first, Miss."

“You said that I must join the council when you return. Surely that meant that you are leaving to go somewhere. Where are you going?” Of the three siblings, Archer had always known that their youngest one was the most intelligent. He was a leader, Agatha was an adventurer, and Madeleine was a thinker. She was astute and observant; always planning, always pondering, and always seeing beyond what was obvious. At times Archer could almost see her mind running behind her cold, onyx eyes.

Seemed not like angry. Lydia kept on her introduction, "Archer always makes training plans with Issac there. My older sister Lilian and I were their first trainees. Lilian was trained by Archer himself, so she was the best enforcer we’ve ever had." Elena's heart suddenly prickled for some reason she didn’t even know, “Huh. she’s one of those who he dated?” Lydia was paused by her sharp question, and Elena took it as a admission. “Is she here now?" She looked around.

Lila’s eyes slammed shut, her stomach sinking as the weight of a hundred stares locked on her and Asher. “That was Damien Wolfe, everyone. And clearly, our Lila here is connected to him. Which explains why she rolled up today with a whole convoy.” The class erupted in shouts, laughter, even clapping and pounding on desks. The chaos swelled around her like a storm. “Fuck,” Lila muttered under her breath, dropping her elbow to the desk and covering her face with her hand. When the noise finally settled, the guy at the front raised his voice again. “Now, we’re going to invite Lila to come forward and tell us more about Damien Wolfe. Is he really a criminal or not? What do you think?”

“Return to the pack. Don’t breathe a word of this to anyone and tell my beta to handle the media.” They bowed and quickly filed out, leaving the room eerily quiet. Outside, the distant hum of traffic and the occasional blare of a horn filtered in through the glass doors. I turned back to Lila. “Speak.” “I know a group of assassins,” she said. “They worked for my pack before everything fell apart. They’re efficient, discreet, and fast. Ethan won’t even see it coming.” My wolf stirred approvingly in the back of my mind. “At last,” Hugo murmured. “She’s thinking the right way.”