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He wasn’t in the mood for games. The woman tilted her head, an amused smirk forming on her lips. "I thought I made that clear over the phone," she said. Her voice was low but steady, carrying a weight of confidence. "You want Audrey, don’t you?" Frank said nothing, his silence an invitation for her to continue. She took a slow step toward him, her boots clicking softly against the concrete floor. "Well, your situation and mine aren’t so different," she said, her tone measured. "My name’s Nora. I used to work as your uncle’s assistant—until Audrey had me kicked out."

Claire was derived from Nora. But the original full-state Nora? Domain Zero. Preserved. Awake. And apparently still administrator. Claire whispered: “She’s there.” The suitcase displayed: PRIMARY NORA VALE ACTIVE. Then a woman’s voice came through. Not Claire's. Older. Stronger. Tired. “Hello, Claire.” Claire stopped breathing. The voice continued: “You've been using my authority for long enough.” Claire whispered: “I didn't know.” “I know.” “Why are you transferring people here?”

I recognized the flat affect in her voice-the protective numbness that comes from retelling a trauma you've learned to package neatly for others. "A woman like me can't survive among these powerful men without some form of protection," Nora continued, absently tracing the rim of her glass. "I recorded everything-his behavior, his words, his... attempts. All of it." "Wasn't that dangerous?" I whispered, my appetite suddenly gone.

I let it break exactly what it needed to break to make the story work, and not one bone more. Nora wasn't supposed to matter. She was supposed to be exactly what I'd been told she was — a soft, forgettable pack girl who'd cry, sign the papers, and disappear quietly into whatever corner broken women disappear into. Instead she'd built an exit plan behind everyone's back. Instead she had a phone with no pack registration and, apparently, a direct line to the Alpha of Blackridge, who'd apparently been in love with her for two years without either of us noticing a single thing.

The last thing nora heard was rest in pieces" accompanied by the deafening sound of a gun. Her eyes opened slowly but her eyelids were too heavy for her. Regardless, she forced them opened and looked around the smoky room. Her lips trembled as she couldn't neither Nisha or her daughter around. Then, she remembered the piercing cry of a child and a warm tear slipped down her face. " Aurora," the word left her mouth, barely as a whisper. " Aurora!" She screamed, her voice echoing through the room.

"This picks up audio across a room. Wear it under your clothes, close to the collar works best." Nora took it. It weighed almost nothing in her palm. "What happens if we're caught?" Vivian asked. Elena didn't soften it. "They kill you. That's the only outcome. There isn't a second one." Neither of them said anything to that. Nora just nodded, like she'd already done the math on it days ago. "I know," she said. Elena looked at her for a second too long. "You're pregnant. You know that." Nora pressed her palm against her stomach. "I know."

With a curse, he snatched it up, ready to tear into whoever was on the other end. He hit ‘accept.’ “What?” A small, trembling voice came through the speaker. A voice he’d heard just an hour ago. One that had been haunting him for eight months. “Mr. Ashford? It’s… it’s Nora,” she whispered. “I signed the papers. I’ll do it.” There was a pause, then a shaky breath. “And… I think I need your help.”

Nora said stubbornly and walked away. "Don't be so naive Darling." She heard Stella yelling behind her. Nora didn't turn back. She came back inside and started to search for Zanvil. She needed to talk to him. But she couldn't find him. She was walking here and there when suddenly she froze. In front of her, her husband was kissing a woman. Not any woman but Stella. She stayed there dumb founded. Suddenly Zanvil pulled away and looked in their direction and his face dropped it's color.

I tilted my head, thinking Zaliver probably liked this kind of atmosphere. I did as I was told and didn’t log in to F******k or my G***l accounts even though I badly wanted to do so. I had no doubt he would somehow find out, and right now, I wasn’t trying to piss the man off. I was tempted to—very much. Since I didn’t feel like playing any games and didn’t have anything else to do, I went on YouTube, knowing it would be the perfect thing to pass the time with. Throughout the day, I had several knocks on the door from an elderly woman named Delva. She told me the first time that she was to check up on me and make sure that anything I wanted was given to me.

Dante returned, and Nora lay still, feigning unconsciousness, her heart racing in anticipation. She hoped her trick would fool him. "If you really think that I'll take you to a hospital while you play dead," he said with his voice full of disdain, "you're mistaken." Her heart sank at his words. But Dante left her there without further punishment. Nora found that spark of hope again.