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Lucas glances around with a resigned look, “But I can do it if you are having trouble--” “It’s okay, I can do it,” I take a deep breath and come out of the corner. I don’t want to get him into trouble. Jack Fuller is not the most forgiving person, and to think he put the highest security in his safe and study, it can only be me. The worst-case scenario, it’s a showdown between us. The entering part was actually easy. His study is huge with a complicated layout. A thick carpet with ancient patterns covers the whole floor; several floor-to-ceiling bookshelves around the room. One of them is behind the huge desk in the middle. By that bookshelf is a painting hanging on the wall.

It was killing me. At the edge of the city, we had stopped at a safe house, an old abandoned building Soraya had warded against prying eyes. It wasn’t much — dusty floors, old wooden beams, the smell of rain leaking through cracked windows — but it was secure for now. Jameson was sitting at the kitchen table, sharpening a dagger. Soraya was rifling through a dusty old spellbook, mumbling to herself. Maxwell stood by the window, arms at his sides, looking out into the dark.

By the time the meal was over, Max felt as if they'd been given the third degree by someone as expert at it as anyone he'd ever met. It was after eight by the time the patio was cleared. He was pretty sure Anna Whitlow didn't do any of her clearing and washing up except at these meetings. Nor, he thought, did the other women, but you had to make adjustments when you were plotting to overthrow your government. Of course, considering the subject matter, he wouldn't have wanted anyone around, either. He wondered where the hell Whitlow's security guards were hiding and what they thought about all this? Of course, the kind of men he hired and the money he paid them, they probably didn't give a ri

“I want to. I really do, but I can’t. I’ll just take my bath and leave. I’m sorry for all this trouble.” I kept the door locked as I hurried into the bathroom. After taking a quick bath, I stepped out with a towel wrapped securely around my body, water still dripping from my wet hair onto my shoulders. The moment I entered the room, I froze. Lucas was already there. “How did you—?” “Spare keys,” he cut in, holding them up with a small, almost sheepish grin. “I didn’t mean to invade In here” Lucas said. I immediately lowered my head, too embarrassed to meet his eyes while I was standing there nearly naked.

“We don’t open this here.” A cold certainty settled between them. They were holding evidence. Something dangerous enough to warrant secrets, shadows, and death. Nova closed the journal and clutched it to her chest. “We finish what he started,” Nova said. Damian looked at her, truly looked, and nodded once. “With you, always.”

The political chess game, a delicate dance of power and deceit, was about to begin. But Amara’s unease was a cold, constant companion. She felt the trap, a subtle, profound sense of dread that permeated every corner of the room. The beautiful, sprawling windows, a symbol of openness and prosperity, were in fact a security nightmare, a series of gaping vulnerabilities. The private security firm, hired by the summit's organizers, were a joke, their presence a theatrical farce. The stage was set, the players were in their places, and the curtain was about to rise on a final, brutal act of violence.

That was the only way I would be able to get through the series if doubts were in my mind. The only out of this is through. I thought about being invaded here but I didn't think Mosh wanted to hurt me. If he wanted to hurt me he would have done that, the previous night we met at the soiree. Alfred was right too, the only place where I was safe was in the mansion. Then, even tight security prisons could be infiltrated from time to time. I had a feeling that even the safest place in the pack can be infiltrated too. He was confident in his security detail, yet nothing boils down to the fear that was buried in my chest all along. We finally arrived at the building. It was just ahead of town a bi

"Are you both done?" Elena swallowed, her voice quiet but firm. "For how long?" Damien met her gaze, the answer clear in his eyes. "As long as it takes." Inside, the safehouse was spacious yet devoid of excess. High-tech security systems lined the walls, weapons were discreetly hidden within reach, and the reinforced windows left no vulnerability unchecked. Yet, despite the defenses, Elena felt no real sense of safety. Because in this world, safety was an illusion. Draco shifted in her arms, his small body warm and fragile. She whispered soothing words to him, but deep down, she knew her own fear would seep into him sooner or later.

After all, we already have a white book. That's it, maybe I will tell my father that he needs to take care of the book. Because the sooner Camille revealed to the media and been in prison as soon as possible, maybe she will stop threatening me. I stand up and check all over my room into the cabinets even if into my clothes, Into the lantern, table chairs everywhere even if in my comfort room. After that, I realized that there are a lot of cameras in my room and even talking devices. How did that enemy put it into my room? Scott mansion was very strict and the security was very tight and Scott security came from the top agencies and each one of them was good in their field.

They have been guarding an empty room all along; she is not to be trusted. I connect the mindlink to marvel and he taps in almost immediately like he had been waiting for me to speak. "Place the pack house on lock gown do not let a fly in or out until I give further orders, Assemble a security team, we need to find nova. She's gone"