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In exchange, Mercy avoids civil liability for the surveillance and the planted phone. It is a reasonable trade. “Why me?” I say. “Why not go directly to Patricia?” “Because I needed you to hear it from me first,” Mercy says. She looks down at her hands again. “I owe you that much. I was in your home. I went through your things. I built the case that ended your marriage.” She pauses. “I was not doing it to protect Michael. I was doing it for money and because Divine told me it was the right thing, and I believed her until last night when her SUV put me in this bed.”

“Really Jer,” Jerry pulls up a tracking feed on his laptop. “Aurora and Adrian checked into the Émeraude two hours ago,” he says. “And look at this.” He taps a news photo. CHARITY GALA FOR GLOBAL INTEGRITY Hosted by: Adrian Davenport & Aurora McKlurkin.. Oh really.. a charity event about integrity. What a joke so funny I almost laughed. Jerry continues, “This whole ‘foundation’ is a laundering front. Shell companies disguised as donor organizations. It’s brilliant, in a sociopathic way.”

Mercy says from the other end of the line. Mercy transferred from our Ohio Chapter to stay here in Kanla a few weeks before we met Beggar, it only became official two months ago. She used to be a special ops informant until her twin died four years ago after she got the wrong Intel and sixteen people dead. I call it bad judgment, our superiors said it wasn't her fault, but one thing I've always known about Mercy was that she never believed in bullshit. And we both knew it was her fault and when she asked me I told her.

I saw that there were only two demons in front of Mercy and sent a wave of my energy finishing them off. Mercy looked at me, and I called out to her. “Destroy the boxes, Mercy!” She nodded at me before heading towards the stack of boxes which contained the drugs that could even affect the Gods. She was the perfect one for the task of destroying the boxes since she could check for any magical traps around them. Then she could burn them, destroying it forever since from the information we got these were the only stock of the drugs in existence so far. As Mercy reached near the boxes and started walking around it while muttering spells, I turned back to the demons in front of me. I slashed arou

“A dear friend helped me, a minister who was on his way home to Preston. I wanted to seek your help. He took pity on my plight and let me ride with him.” “Why did you come to this kind of institution instead of to my home?” “The minister insisted this would be the safest place, Mercy.” “But Kat, why would a minister leave you in such a God-forsaken place?” “He says I have melancholy. Dr. McClain agrees.” Tears filled Mercedes’ eyes, but she forced herself to take control of her emotions. Her sister didn’t belong here, and Mercedes would not allow her to stay. She straightened her shoulders. “What do you want me to do? How can I get you out?”

"I'm sorry...Alpha Kael, please don't kill me." the maid whimpered weakly, snort escaping her nose. "Have Mercy." she begged. Alpha Kael scoffed. "The word MERCY has never been in my dictionary. Why?...because I only have mercy on those that deserve it. And just so you know, you are alive only because I'm being merciful, but that same mercy I have for you, is slowly slipping away and if I don't hear what I need to hear, consider yourself gone."

Endless peace, and the lingering echo of the woman who saved my soul. My Mercy.

“And you’re his Thorn, so you’re my daughter too, if you want it.” The face in her chest snarls. “Don’t listen, you’re mine, I made you.” Mercy touches the glass. “You, made, prison.” She makes a fist. The glass cracks. The face screams. “Stop, you’ll die, the implants—” “I, choose,” Mercy says. She punches through her own chest. Blood, black and red, sprays. She pulls Gerald’s preserved head out, wires snapping. It gasps, then goes still.