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He looked down at the full glass, then up at Chuck, and across to the man. "Thank you." He muttered, taking the first sip and savouring every moment that the liquid burned in his throat. "Not a problem." The stranger replied across the bar. "Can I get your name?" He added, moving seats so that he was next to Mason. "Mayb- Erh, sorry. It's Mason. Mason James, Sir." "Whatta load of old hoot. Sir… Such a world ought to be used in a palace of some sort rather than a bar. Please, drop it. You can call me Demitri." The stranger, whose name he now knew, introduced himself.

A question struck my mind. ‘How did you find me?’ I asked him. He smirked. ‘I followed you,’ he said. I looked at him in surprise. ‘Follow me?’ I muttered those words as he increased the volume of the music. ................................... JULET’S POV Following a total stranger home, not knowing where he was taking me, we entered a grand estate named "The Damien's Estate." It was like another world, vast and magnificent. My mouth dropped open in awe; I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen something so impressive. As we drove, we passed under an arch of floricultures that provided shade.

he whispers—voice trembling so hard it barely exists. The man smiles. “Oh, sweetheart… I haven’t even started.” He lifts the clamp. Eli shuts his eyes, breath shuddering— But the door at the far end of the room SLAMS open. Hard. Metal against metal. Violent. Final. The stranger freezes. Slowly turns. Eli’s eyes fly open— And his breath stops completely. A shadow stands in the doorway. Tall. Broad. Silent. He steps into the light. Damian.

Rain pelted down in sheets, blinding me as it streamed over my face. Damn it. Was I going to freeze to death out here before Angelo arrived? I lay sprawled in the mud, gasping for air. I fumbled in my pocket until my fingers closed around the phone. The screen lit up, showing it was midnight. Headlights cut through the curtain of rain. A black armored car stopped in front of me. The door opened, and a pair of polished leather shoes stepped into the waterlogged earth. A tall figure slowly stepped toward me beneath the shelter of a black umbrella. I could only make out his jawline and a pair of tightly pressed lips.

Until Dawn made a sound across the chamber that wasn't crying or contentment but something she hadn't made before. Alert. Aria lifted her head. Dawn was awake. Eyes open. Not tracking. Not counting. Perfectly still and awake in the way that animals went still before something happened. Aria stood. Went to Petra who was already awake, already holding her daughter closer. "It's early," Petra said. "Yes." The mark on Dawn's shoulder was glowing. Not faint. Not barely visible. Proper silver light, pulsing, steady, the rhythm of something that had decided to be present in a way it hadn't been before.

The Swiss police arrived within thirty minutes. Chloe stood on the terrace of Gideon's villa, watching the convoy of black vehicles wind their way up the mountain road. The setting sun had fully disappeared now, leaving behind a sky painted in deep purples and blues. The first stars were beginning to appear, tiny pinpricks of light in the vast darkness. The air was cold and crisp, carrying the scent of pine and distant snow. It was beautiful, peaceful—the kind of night that made you forget, even for a moment, the horrors that had led you here.

He asked, his gaze fixed on me. "Yes." "No" Dustin and I almost answered at the same time, and when I looked at him, he had a wicked smile on his face, as if he had finally figured out what was going on. "Don't mind her, Mr. Fajardo, you're welcome to join us for lunch, by the way, like my girlfriend said, my name is Dustin, Dustin Wills," he said, holding his hand in the air as if waiting for a handshake. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Dustin. You can call me Xavier." Xavier accepted Dustin's handshake.

The night was young, and Jericho Jadwin was bored. None of his regular customers was causing problems, there was nobody to blackmail, and Dawn did not contact him apart from that one message from a few days ago using some random person’s phone. He did some digging and learned how Ricardo finally pulled off the coup d'etat. Some said that Dawn died, but no bodies matched his best friend’s description for obvious reasons.

Stranger said, he really laughing so hard on the line. "You are the stupid one here." Dawn said in cold tune that even Natasha feel uncertain feeling on her spine. "Do you think I will go here just like that?" Dawn added, "Target found...Plan successful." Lance said his earpiece. "W..What did you do." Stranger. "You can't escape now. The police are all over to your place. I know you only watching me from your spy cameras. I let you call me for Yami to hacked and find your location. Don't underestimated us, you fool." Dawn said,

Either way it was dangerous and had to be stopped. Dawn sighed “you’re right”, she conceded “they don’t” she moved her hand away “alright Danny I’ll help”. “Dawnie, we owe you big time”, Daniel said, relieved. “Yes you do”, Dawn said “now, where is this taking place?” “A small town in Indiana called Edenvale”, the younger Wesson brother answered. “I’ll head off right away”, Dawn told him “just hang in there Daniel” and with that she hung up.