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Bastien looked at him. "Where she lives." Adler set down his pen. "Vex has been running the search since the night of the gallery. Rental records, property searches, hotel registrations, short term let platforms, boarding house registries. We've run her legal name, Ash Vane, variations of both." He paused. "There is nothing." Bastien was quiet.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop. "Sophia Blake." He said her name slowly. Emily looked at him with worry. "What are we going to do?" Alexander didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number. The call connected within seconds. "This is Alexander Knight." His voice was calm but extremely dangerous. "I want Sophia Blake found." There was silence on the other side. Alexander continued, "Search the entire city." "Airports." "Train stations." "Highways." "Everywhere."

All the other apartments were too expensive and above his budget, by far. He had learned his lessons about expensive and flashy apartments. He was about to give up and get off the app when a particular apartment owner's name caught his attention, immediately transporting him through different memories of the name at the speed of light. Cynthia Robert . That name sounded all too familiar. So familiar that he betrayed his relaxation and sat up, leaning his back on air as held his body up, scrolling through his phone faster, hoping to get more information on the profile of the owner, but he couldn't find any.

Chambers was a common last name and I didn't I could remember the names of Mark's grandparents, but maybe there was a Dr. chambers in list. Did not have. Okay, so I'd have to G****e Mark. I ran up to the second floor, entered flying into the first room, which happened to be M's. The computer on her desk was turned on, so I opened a search window and typed in Dr. Mark Chambers. Oh man, there were millions of results. Literally. Added marine biologist, phone and vancouver to the search terms and tried again. Okay, it got a little better,

My hands shook as I stood in the bathroom. The wedding and reception were done. We got in car and now I am in his "house". I didn't even know he lived here. It was a duplex apartment which was around 15-20 kms away from my workplace. Right now, I'm locked in the bathroom. I locked myself I pursed my lips. I was about to have sex. It was inevitable. All the worse possible scenarios started to run in my mind. 'Will he like it?'

My neighbor was out again like every day, we did the good morning waves and I got into my car, straight to work. Well, straight to work was what I thought until this strange number called me. It took a little while to decide if I should pick up the call or not but at the end, I did. “Nova Lionel speaking, who am I unto?” “Jordan Myers, good morning to you to” I mentally strangled Jordan and Drey at the same time then, composed myself. I knew he got my contact from Drey. This is strictly business! I reminded myself. “Good morning Mr. Myers, I am on my way to the company, I guess we can talk then” I replied him while focusing on the road, at least I would protect my dear life.

He blinked and his eyes showered his cheeks. " Give me water, " Ace head snaps towards the voice, Asher stands beside the fridge that he can't reach. He looks towards where Oren was standing. Where did he go? " Why are you crying?" Asher asks and looks at Ace, who was trying to wipe all of his tears. " onions, " Ace says and Asher shrugs and points at the fridge. " I want water, " He says again. Ace gets the bottle out of the fridge and pour a glass for him.

CHAPTER 133 SOMETHING LIKE HOPE ALEXANDER Victor needs to go, but I need to start somewhere. Sitting up, I grabbed my computer closer to me did exactly what popped up in my mind.. I spent the next two hours behind my computer, typing Victor Morel's name into every search engine, every database and every corner of the internet I could access. The results were frustratingly sparse.

BLAISE In a frenzy, I scoured my office, turning over papers and rifling through drawers in a desperate search for my signet ring. Its absence was a growing concern – the documents I had just approved were sitting on my desk, demanding the ring's unique imprint. The deadline was near; they needed to be submitted by tomorrow morning. Finding nothing, I ventured into our bedroom, combing through every corner with equal fervour. Yet, the ring remained elusive. I stood, defeated, in the middle of the room, eyes closed, straining my memory for the last time I had used it. But my thoughts were a tangled mess, muddled by the whirlwind of recent events.

If he could do that, he could do anything. That evening, Aaron spent several hours going over every bit of information he could possibly find, utilizing the new computer program Christian had developed to keep track of hunts and the stats of known Vampires, etc. He wanted to be as prepared as possible when Janette and Jordan left for their trip next week. Around eleven o’clock, his cell phone rang. Tearing his eyes away from the screen, he picked it up off the table and glanced down to see that it was Janette. “Hello?” he said.