Lila Archer Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

I gasped as Archer pulled away, panting, having seen the images as well, fear and tears evident in his gaze. "What did I just see, Lavi?" he asked, his gaze meeting mine, confused and worried. "The future," I explained. "I've discovered I'm psychic and can see glimpses of what's to come." "So, it's the same woman who attacked you and Leena at the party. But why?" Archer wondered aloud. "Was she someone you were involved with?" I asked, trying to make sense of it all. "Perhaps she's upset with you for not marrying her. Did you promise her marriage?" I prodded Archer, hoping to spark some recognition in his memory.

That bastard’s name kept surfacing like a stain I couldn’t scrub away. Before I could speak again, the door creaked open. Lila stepped into the room, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Hair pulled into a ponytail, blazer on, her badge gleaming. A detective’s uniform. “Jaxon,” she greeted calmly, almost too calmly, “I heard about Elvira and the others. I want to help.” Okay now, who the hell invited Lila into this case?

She isn't dead. But before I continue, allow me to take an oath that whatever I say and you'll hear from me in this audio. Is all completely true. I will not lie—I will never lie, for Sierra is a special person to me. You know me as Archer, just the twenty-two-year-old guy who loves doing podcasts about infamous criminals all over the world. But behind this, I am also a person who gets involved in a criminal case. No, I am not the bad person nor the criminal in my story—I am the victim.

The Vault’s Truth: Arika’s voice cut through the still air like a blade. “You ever stop and ask yourself what the point of it all is?” Lila didn’t answer immediately. The faint hum of the servers was the only sound between them. Outside, the snow still howled, muffled through thick bunker walls. Her fingers hovered over the tablet screen, pulling fragments of data—locations, funds, faces of corrupt officials—but her mind was already one step ahead. “I used to,” she said finally, gaze still fixed on the display. “I used to think the world was rotten to the core. That maybe if I set a match to everything, it’d feel better.”

Why torture Arlo by making him an accomplice? “Lilith rode Arlo’s mind,” Tara tells me. “She could control him from afar because she annexed a corner of his brain at infancy. They’re very powerful, but the mind control doesn’t work over a significant distance. She needed him to carry the seed of the false mating bond with him, so she could activate it at will. The women would walk into the woods with him willingly and she’d take over their minds as soon as they were within reach.”

Suddenly, someone pushes her from behind, causing her to turn around and see a woman dressed in chef attire, looking neat with a name tag that says “Lila.” “What are you looking for here, Kiara’s dog?” Her words throw Mindy off balance. Everyone says she is evil, but hearing this lady refer to Isabella this way gets to her a bit. “I... I just wanted to get a bottle of water,” she says, and Lila chuckles. “Does this look like the slave chambers? Or have you lost your mind or something?” Lila asks in a harsh tone, causing Mindy to take a step back. “I am sorry,” she says to Lila, giving a slight bow, then she makes her way out of the kitchen.

Lila sat frozen on the couch, her hands clutched tightly together. Finally, Adrian ended the call and lowered the phone, exhaling heavily. His gaze swept over all of us before settling on Morgana. “That was Julian from the Arcane Network,” he said, his tone steady but laced with urgency. “They’ve found Lennon.” The room erupted into a cacophony of gasps and murmurs. Lila’s hand flew to her mouth, tears springing to her eyes, while Morgana visibly trembled, her hands gripping the armrest of the couch.

"See? That's it. Damien next. Lila's watching probably, but we move fast. What's her weak spot? The Architect system?" "System binds me too," the inner wolf snarled. "Voice in head. Not mine. Architect's chains deeper than these. But bully Mia fights voices. Always did." Damien rubbed his freed wrists, eyes locked on the creature. "Good girl. Keep fighting. Avery, this is insane but working. Mia, talk more. Any command words Lila uses on you? Something we can twist?" "Obey or burn," it echoed back. "But I twist already. Wings ache for open air. Neon city above. Escape there."

Hunter Black was a former Navy SEAL and his employees all had a military or Government background. Marcus had assured Damien that if anyone could keep Lila safe and investigate Victor Worthington then it was Hunter and his team. They’d be here in the morning. In the meantime, Damien knew he wouldn’t be getting much sleep. He stood up and paced across the room. The more people who knew about this, the more danger Lila would be in. And any danger was unacceptable to him. ***

I drew my gun,right as I was about to kick the door down,Lila's sickeningly sweet voice drifted out. "That idiot Vincent finally drove Elena away,"she laughed smugly."Playing the pathetic orphan for five years finally paid off." "He didn't suspect you?"Marcus smirked,stroking her face. "Suspect what?"Lila sneered."He was entirely blinded by his ridiculous guilt. All I had to do was squeeze out two tears,and he protected me like a loyal dog. I even managed to con the West Coast docks right out of that stupid bitch Elena's hands." "Did you get the smuggled medical equipment and the money-laundering ledgers?"