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"I know she did it, Lauren." She blinked, startled by how quickly I admitted it. "Then why aren't you doing anything? Why are you just standing here drinking? She murdered your right hand man!" "Because in my world, you don't just shoot someone in the middle of a crowded street because you're mad," I whispered, "You wait. You gather the pieces. And then you destroy them so completely they forget they ever existed. Serena thinks she won. Let her think that for a little longer." Lauren stared at me, her eyes wide, searching my face, then something shifted in her expression. The grief on her face turned into a chilling suspicion. She looked at the cold way I was handling the death of my closest

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO POV:LUCIEN The story ran at nine in the evening. By nine fifteen I had read it four times. By nine thirty I had identified every source, every leaked document, and every legal mechanism Ethan Hale and Nadia Vonross had used to build it. By nine forty-five my legal team had a counter-strategy in motion that would reduce both of them to rubble before morning. None of that was the hard part. The hard part was that somewhere in this estate, Elara had also read it. And I had not reached her before she did.

“It’s already war. The difference is, I’m done pretending I’m not part of it.” Elaine’s eyes searched mine, sharp and burning. “Then you’d better be ready to survive it.” I stared back. “I don’t plan on surviving even I don’t win.” The silence that followed was suffocating. Then my phone buzzed on the desk. It was a notification. Breaking: "Elder Murdered — Footage Leaked. Sources Link Elias Montgomery to Cover-Up. Rumors Circulate of Louis Durant's Involvement." My stomach plunged. My name was written there along with murder.

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Atty Lewis yelled. "And I am here to do my job. I have found a criminal who found expression in her own writings. She went overboard and tried to play out her own script. Isn't it absurd that her husband was murdered just the same way Brian; one of her characters was murdered? Sandy Mills staged a replica!" Shane fired. "Your claims are based on assertions, detective, I heard that there was no autopsy, so how…" Ruthie began but she was interrupted as Daniel Sawyer was led in.

When the man woke up, the only thing he said is that they are following a woman, Eliot’s company, when the first bullet hit one of them…then another until they die. “It is an easy task before, yes.” Her men agreed. “But this time, it wasn’t, now that it seems like somebody is helping them, Ma’am.” “Somebody is helping my son?” She hums. As expected, she was impressed. Then Eliot is not so stupid just the way she saw him. Lauren chuckled, “So he also wanted to play my game?” Then so be it. “What do you want us to do, Ma’am?” “Just something.” Lauren leaned her back to her swivel chair. “Find the person who was helping them, and you know….I don’t like thorns trying to block my way, Gerry.” Her

Mom seems confused so I continued. "Lauren was the one who last talked with Mrs Carter. Lauren said something that triggered Mrs. Carter to drive her car without checking the brakes of the car. It might be about her son's safety or something like that but...it was the reason why Mrs. Carter met an accident," mom's lips parted to the information I uttered. "So you mean...Lauren Hill was the one who murdered Mrs. Carter?" She asked. "No...that time...Lauren Hill got just divorced by Farris-"

it just felt wrong, even if I knew that it was for the best. "No, not that", she was still smiling and I could almost imagine how she was lying on her back on her bed, staring at the ceiling with the cell phone to her ear and bobbing her crossed leg. “But Mace the jerk turned some of the passengers' luggage to ashes. Man, there was a murderous theater. " I could imagine that. Flamethrowers were extremely heavy, but they were preferred in the hunt for Minors, as the little beasts were otherwise hard to catch. But you had to be really careful with those things where you were aiming. "Who is Mace?"

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

“I mean you couldn't talk when I found you. Why are you looking at me like I caught you sneaking cookies?” I stared. “Zara…I thought you couldn’t remember me.” Her brows rose. “Oh, that. Yeah, Dante’s little memory-wipe trick.” She rolled her eyes. “He should know by now that crap doesn’t work on me.” My chest tightened. “But… he said—” “He says a lot of things,” she cut in, plopping onto the bed like she owned it. “I let him believe it works. It’s easier than arguing with Mr. Murdery all the time.”