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I said with a grin. Sebastian walked over and pulled the glass out of Connor’s hand. “RuPaul or Judy, Dean Martin or Johnny Cash, I don’t care, no more booze for you.” Connor let him do it, but said with a shrug, “I’ll just have more on the plane.” “We’re flying there? Tonight?” I asked, elated that I could finally get out of this very nice, very posh prison. Connor lived in New York – I would finally get to see his place –

Red . “And that’s all for today, class.” I packed my books and laptop, offering a polite smile before leaving the lecture hall. The whispers weren’t gone entirely, but they were no longer loud or shameless. Just fragments now. Glances. Half-looks. A few of my colleagues still avoided me, but I had decided those ones were insignificant. Something else occupied my thoughts anyway. Michael. He had been on edge lately. Ever since our trip to Italy—one I hadn’t even had the chance to enjoy before we were abruptly flown back—it felt like something was coming. Like he was bracing for impact. Preparing.

Leo looked at me threw the rearview mirror as I tilted my head back and closed my eyes willing the throbbing in my head away "What library are we going to?" I could still feel Leo looking at me, I wanted to tell him to keep his eyes on the road but thought better of it "Connor has given us access to his place, He has the most extensive supernatural book collection in the world" my eyes snapped open and I drilled holes in the back of his head but he refused to look at me again

I have to think of a way out of this- If there is a way out of this. A short time later, Michael came into the cell with a medium-sized black bag that he dropped on the floor near the door. “Hello, again, little rat.” He greeted cheerfully as he walked over, looking down his nose. I looked away as I curled as tightly to the wall as I could. “You got yourself in an ultra-deep pit. I don’t think you’re going to be able to scurry out of this one. Even if Conor manages to make it.” He laughed coldly as I remained silent. “Judging by the last report, it’s really not looking good for him. You got him so fucked up.” Please hold on Conor. You have to fight, remember? Fight for our future!

Summoning all my courage I crossed the threshold and witnessed what I could only describe as a gore fest. Brandon sensed my presence and hissed. I knew better than to venture too close. “Please don’t take his life.” The words were out before I could stop them. I didn’t expect a reply. “Surely it would be more fitting to make him your creature?” The horrible grin told me that had probably been his intention all along. I turned on my heel and left. “That was foolhardy,” Michaela chastised. “I know.” “Beautiful and courageous,” Connor said, startling me. He’d taken the opportunity to freshen up and was wearing a plum tunic with dark pants. “Do I look the part?”

“Okay, I won’t tell him. I’ll take care of it. But I think you should consider it. Micah cares about you a lot. You’re his little sister, and he’d do anything he could to protect you.” I look down at my hands and take a deep breath. “I know he would. He’s done so much and dealt with so many of my problems that I don’t want to add to it.” Connor waves his tablet. “Alright. In the meantime, I have several reports running to see what we can find. We should have a shorter list by the end of the day.” “Any other leads?” he asks. I shake my head. “I got nothing. I just can’t remember.”

He held up the key, his expression so guileless, so purely Griffin, that I felt my heart fracture along new fault lines. The walls of the supposedly secure villa closed in, the picturesque safehouse suddenly as confining as a prison cell. The Mediterranean breeze through the window carried the scent of bougainvillea and salt, but beneath it lurked something colder, something that smelled of laboratories and ambition and Michael's particular brand of ruthlessness. Michael might be dead—his body lost to the depths, his empire dismantled, his name becoming synonymous with corporate fraud and hubris. But his masterpiece was just waking up.

Michael turned to look at me as well, his eyes filled with expectation, waiting for me to support his story. Under the weight of countless gazes, I slowly stood and took the microphone. I didn't look at Michael. Instead, I faced the sea of dark lenses ahead of me, my expression calm and steady. "Michael Collins wasn't an innocent victim," I said. "Everything that happened was the consequence of his own actions!" The room instantly fell silent. The color drained from Michael's face as he stared at me in disbelief. I continued evenly, "Michael cheated on me during our marriage and had sexual relationships with a woman of questionable background. That's how he ended up infected with so many dis

He was determined to make her see the world through his eyes, and if that meant breaking every moral and legal boundary, then so be it. At Celine’s house, the evening had settled into a peaceful routine. Connor was already tucked into bed, his favorite dinosaur-themed nightlight casting a soft, reassuring glow across the room. Celine had spent the last hour in the quiet of her living room, trying to unwind after the emotional encounter with Harvey. She had just begun to relax when her phone buzzed with a text from Mike Sullivan, her friend in the police force, confirming their meeting for tomorrow morning.

“I don’t know what kind of nonsense these people put in your head, Connor. You’re always so easily influenced. I don’t know where I went wrong with you…” "So this is the game you want to play?" Connor gave a laugh that wasn't the least bit amused, just menacing. "Since we're talking about mistakes, why don't we talk about Aubrey Bailley?" His words drained all the color from Michael's face. "I've been thinking about finding her to ask her all the details about what a son of a bitch you are. Would you like me to do that in front of you? Although, I'm not sure your lover will be happy to see you again…" “How did you…?” Michael started to grunt, but realizing he was about to give in, he stopped