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Her tone was a mixture of awe and boundless curiosity. “Oh, you know,” Claudine said, nocking another arrow, her voice casual. “The internet. You can learn anything online these days. Even how to detonate bombs, apparently.” She let the arrow fly, hitting the bullseye with a satisfying thud. Yes. She could detonate bombs. No, she hadn’t learned any of this on some random online forum. Her skills ran deeper, far darker, rooted in lessons she’d rather forget. But that was a secret she’d take to her grave.

’ The inspector crossed his legs one over another and gazed towards the ceiling. What is happening, he asked himself nervously. It was as if he was trying to assemble a jigsaw puzzle in the dark. The newest aspect of this mystery was a troubling one. There was no plausible motive left for Anubhav to murder Esha. Anubhav had left a lucrative job abroad in order to be with the love of his life. Now she was ready to elope with him. Yet, that very evening they had a fight in the Bailey’s disc ... and somehow her sweater landed up in his room. The inspector punched a fist into his other hand. Nothing was making sense. The puzzle was definitely missing

Catherine inquired. "No news," I replied. That's when Catherine told me about Grace and how her situation mirrored Julie's—their cars were found in the same spot. "What was the last book Grace read?" I inquired. "Lost Lycan," Natasha answered. That jogged my memory. I had given that same book to Julie. I'd picked it up from an aisle in the store because its fresh release status and the intriguing blurb had caught my attention. "Do any of you have a copy of Lost Lycan?" I asked.

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Maybe more than one. She crossed the room slowly and opened it. The first page was still the same. Tell the truth. But a second page had been added beneath it. Different handwriting. More fluid. Feminine. The truth won’t save you. Her blood chilled. Sloane closed the book carefully, like it might bite. She stepped back from the desk and stared at the fire, which now burned lower than before despite being recently stoked. A knock came at the door. Sharp. Precise. One-two-three.

I yanked the charger and shoved it into my phone, and thankfully, the screen lit up. I desperately opened the dialer to call 911 and report that someone was in my home. I knew it was just a hunch, but today's hunch felt more like a reality. But guess what? There was no service. That's new. It wasn't just strange. It was wrong. We always had a signal here. Something was wrong. So wrong. I tightened the hem of my nightgown around my thighs, hurriedly stepped out of bed, and made my way toward the door. As soon as I pulled the door open, I bumped into something... Hard. Cold. Alive.

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Rainn I sat at my desk with my head in my hands. My office was trashed, my desk now broken in half. It’s been two weeks since Adalyn and Elodie went missing. That night I woke up out of a deep sleep with a feeling of dread in my stomach. I reached over but Addie was not in bed, her side was cold. I looked at the clock and it said 3:30 a.m. I got out of bed, threw a t-shirt and shorts on, and headed to look for her. She wasn’t in the bathroom, so I went downstairs next. The lights were on downstairs, the tea kettle was on the stove, and her tea was out but she was nowhere to be seen. I heard footsteps on the stairs and turned around to see Mercer. “Have you seen Elodie? I woke up and she’s no