Skips: I've Seen This Before の小説・ストーリー

Trigger Warnings: Explicit content, grief, emotional vulnerability, past stalking, dominant/submissive dynamics . . . The rain had stopped, but the air inside the house was thick. Heavy with what had happened between them, and what hadn’t yet been said. Vesper lay on her side, the leather couch sticking to her skin in places. Her thighs ached. Her lips were swollen from kissing, her neck marked by his mouth. Her body buzzed with the memory of him inside her—his cock, his voice, the brutal, raw way he’d taken her.

Then swallows it. Whole. The sky goes quiet. The jets circle. Higher now. Scared. D.C. is watching. The pack is watching. The world is watching. Rowan’s phone is still up. Still live. “Did you see that?” Alistair whispers. “You just—” “Caught it,” I say. My arms shake. The vessels shake. The network screams. Holding is harder than breaking. Moira claps. Slow. “Mother of the End. There she is.”

Just that. For some reason, my eyes burned.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw what video it was. It was the footage of that day. Now, all we needed was to wait and see if the living scene would be included. Because if it was not, then that would mean that the thumb drive was not the original copy, but the edited one. I swallowed as we watched the footage on the screen of my laptop. It was literally identical to the one that Sterling had us watch. But then something happened….we hit jackpot. We saw another side of the clip that we did not see before.

I screwed up. I have to make this right.

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I look back at my case study options and I add a fourth one and then immediately cross it out before I can finish writing it. But the two words are still visible under the single line. False testimony.

“I braked fine. The car understeered. Not my fault the setup sucked.” He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Let’s check the security cams from the venue. They might have external shots of the track access. How sure are we those idiots Joss and Arnold didn’t rig this match. ” He clicked through folders. VIP hallway feeds came up. Or they should have. Boston frowned and refreshed the page. “What the hell. This section is gone. Cleaned out. Look. Timestamp jumps right over the time we were there after the party.” I leaned closer. My stomach dropped. The footage skipped. No hallway. No doors. Nothing. Someone had scrubbed it. My heart felt tighter.

My pulse skipped. Oh god.