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As a bonus, it even captures the moment when Rafe lunges at the guy. The video has been titled, "Raphael Fontaine attacks man after getting blue-balled by chick." Whoever came up with that isn't going to be winning any awards for snappy headlines anytime soon, and under different circumstances, I'd probably find it funny. I guess I should be grateful no one knows who I am - as long as I'm just a "chick," these three minutes of shame won't pop up in an internet search of my name - but if anyone who knows me sees this footage, I'm screwed. As awful as the quality is, there's a dead-on shot of my face right before Rafe leaps into action.

“Well if you are gonna include our shadows, that will be six.” The boisterous laugh can now be heard from three people. “Have a seat, dear. I’ll get you an extra cup for your tea,” Thalia offered. Rozelyn exhaled with relief again. This tea time will be a memorable one, she thought. “So,” Rosette started. “Where’s Romaine?” “Having photosynthesis in the forest.” Rozelyn and Rosette cackled again. Thalia did as well as she arrived with Rosette’s tea and blueberry muffins.

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ The grainy security feed flickered like some bad snuff film. My eyes narrowed on Madeleine’s face as she stood there with Remo, hair plastered to her cheeks, hands shaking, eyes blown wide. Raphael scraped the footage off the system Remo ditched when he ran. Remo had it, no backups, nothing, but Raphael doesn’t miss. He bled the system dry and got it anyway.

And without another glance, she turns on her heel and walks away, her posture rigid and disciplined. Dante shoots me a look, and we both stifle a laugh. “Bet her wolf’s more Chihuahua than wolf,” he mutters as he scoots closer to the screen. He taps at the keyboard, enters Redmoon, and waits for the system. A moment later, a small queue of recorded footage floods onto the monitor. Dante clicks through folders, dates, times, until he lands on today’s recordings. He begins rewinding the feed. “Can you make this any slower?” I ask, squinting at the poor resolution. The camera’s grainy, figures are smudged shadows; faces unrecognizable.

29. Remorse Rogue's POV I clenched my jaw harder and sucked deep breaths. A nervous habit in moments of hesitation like this. With my eyes still glued to the screen, I sat in the chair the ugly beefcake had occupied not five seconds ago and pulled the laptop closer. I opened the mail and looked at the attachment— the video clip. On the thumbnail was a still image of expressionless Kathrine staring at the camera straight at me with eyes that were actually floating with terror.

Execute. The first image snapped into focus. High resolution. Grainy shadows. It was the bedroom in the penthouse. Rafferty was in the frame, tangled in charcoal sheets, his mouth slightly open. The timestamp was forty minutes ago. He lunged for the power cable, yanking it from the wall. The screen didn't go black. It stayed lit, the internal battery or some secondary bypass keeping the ghost alive. "The vault code is still the date she died, Raffy. Real original."

him -how the hell did he managed to do that I still have no fucking idea- which I definitely have to ask, by the way, And three...The last, and my favorite; THEY ARE TOTALLY ACTING LIKE SOME FREAKING REGULAR HUMAN BEINGS! Which is extremely mind-boggling, dare I say... “Rise and shine, Panties! Time to get ready for school!” Raph’s chirpy, extremely annoying tone suddenly pulled me out of my thoughts, shouting from somewhere by the door, making me groan in annoyance, flipping on my stomach and bury my face in the pillow.

I say to the middle aged guard there. "Alright, prince Rylan." The man leads me in. His hands hovers around the laptop keys as he play the footage. Crouching lower, with my gaze fix on the screen, I order him to rewind the footage to an hour ago. He obeys and now on the screen, Lira is walking out of the grand hall and she leans against the wall outside.... next everything becomes black. "What the fuck is happening?" I growled. "Why did it go black all of a sudden?"

He turned his laptop to me and pressed play on the video that appeared in today’s online newspaper. I watched the video in silence. It showed the wolf fight in the forest at the clearing. Our confrontation with Ramos. I saw again how I just went for him when Malachi and the others had shown up. The video blurred at the part where Ramos turned human with his two friends. The next slide was a photo of three naked men bowing down to the wolves. It stopped abruptly and the screen returned to the face of the local news anchor.

Raphael got in the back seat, face scrunched as he practically hurled his bag at the window like it personally offended him. "Drive," he grumbled, slammed the door shut, shaking the wet hair out of his eyes. "This weather is disgusting. And I think I failed my Macroeconomics presentation because Odin decided hacking my file and replacing my graphs with a high-res photo of me drooling in my sleep would be fun." I ignored him, peeling out of the parking lot way too fast for the slick roads. My hands were gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. Romona didn't answer, and the silence started eating me up. I turned to her again, impatient.