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I was desperately searching for ways I could prevent him from wiping my memory. “Cassidy,” he said quietly, “I don’t think you grasp the importance of keeping this information to those who are allowed to know about it. I’m sure you’ve noticed how quickly posts get taken down when they give regular old people a look into what we’re all about, haven’t you?” I nodded. “Christian patrols that stuff closely for a reason. Our official title starts with Clandestine—do you know what that means?” I nodded again. “Good. Then, stop trying to make it all public information.”

“Cafeteria is food and meetings. Gym is overflow sleeping. Nurse’s office is medical. Second-floor classrooms are mostly sleeping quarters.” “Mostly?” I asked. “One is storage.” “What about the others?” “Don’t go into the east hallway,” Crimson warned. I stopped. “Why?” “Windows aren’t secure.” “Oh.” “And we had a walker get trapped in one of the classrooms two days ago.” My eyes widened. “Had?” “Had.” Liam looked at him. “You killed it?” Crimson shrugged. “It wasn’t going to kill itself.” He kept walking. I glanced at Liam. He mouthed, ‘I hate him.’ I smiled.

Names that appeared for six months, then vanished into a clerk’s shrug. Sean’s pencil was an instrument, not a fidget. He circled dates, drew arrows between initials that repeated across departments. “This one—H.K.—signs off on ammo requisitions and rail clearances. H. Koerner? Kappel? Doesn’t matter yet.” “Geheimhaltungsstufe,” Silvia murmured, tapping a stamp. “Secrecy level. Tier three. You didn’t get that for experimental boots.” Terry mimed a rifle. “Long grey thing—pew pew—”

“I've known for quite some time now. With your usual disappearances and secretly being with the Alpha, I did a little investigation and found out.” “I've been watching closely, George.” George's expression changed, his tone pleading. “You must tell no one about this. It's the pack's top secret that should follow anyone aware of it to his or her grave.” Claudia's gaze remained intense, but her voice was gentle. “Why keep it a secret then? Why hide it from me?” Beta George's expression softened, and he moved closer to Claudia. “It's because it was a sacred secret. The Alpha made me swear not to expose it to anyone.”

I stared at it. “What is that?” “The final agreement.” Adrian moved beside me. Margaret opened the box. Inside was a folded document sealed with red wax. I reached for it, my hands trembling. The seal carried Clara’s initials. I broke it. The first line made my breath catch. This agreement shall remain secret until Elena Marlowe reaches the age of twenty five or until the danger surrounding her family has ended. I looked at Margaret. “What danger?” She shook her head. “Keep reading.”

Cassian inquired. “The exact location of every seal site.” Selina answered. Only a handful of people possessed that information and all of them were connected to Ironclaw. Ronan’s face went pale. “No…” Selina nodded. “Yes.” Marcus stepped forward. “You’re suggesting someone leaked classified information?” “I’m not suggesting it.” She pointed to the documents, “I just proved it.” The room erupted instantly and exploded from every corner. Some were laying accusations, some were denying them, while some were in shock, some others were in fear

She scrolled through several pages, her eyes moving quickly but carefully. Then she found a folder with a random string of letters and numbers, buried in the subsidiary directory. The decoding program had flagged it during its forced traversal, recognizing it as an anomaly. She opened its properties. The encryption was top-level, military-grade. The timestamp read seven years ago, three months after the Clare Laboratory fire. "Kessler internal files." She read the folder name aloud. "Date sealed: three months after your mother's death." Dominic's fingers tightened on the armrest, then loosened again. The movement was small, almost imperceptible. "Open it."

A sealed steel cylinder contained an encrypted master-key ledger. Elena's fingers flew across her terminal. The analog data streamed into her interface. Her breath caught as the numbers appeared on the screen. A hidden global liquidity reserve was revealed. It had never been reported to the SEC or the federal tax authorities. It was an asset class. It was separate from the infrastructure of Vane Tower. Julian's arm wrapped securely around Elena's waist. He pulled her against his side. He stared at the totals illuminating the room. His grip was heavy and possessive.

Her breasts were exposed, and his cum was slowly leaking down her inner thigh. Rebecca’s eyes followed the trail of cum. She bit her lip, clearly flustered but unable to hide her arousal. “I… I didn’t know,” Rebecca said softly, her voice shaky. “Elena’s away and… I just wanted to get you some snacks.” Selene stepped closer, still bold and confident. “It’s okay. Things have been… intense around here. But now you know our little secret.” Damien ran a hand through his hair, torn between panic and the insane thrill of the moment. “Rebecca, please… this stays between us.”