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I type them quickly, praying my mother's old codes still work. The lock clicks. Green light. "We're in," I breathe. We slip inside. The greenhouse is humid, warm, filled with exotic plants. Some I recognize. Most I don't. "Secure section is in the back," Isabella leads the way. We wind through rows of vegetation. Beautiful and deadly. I recognize nightshade, hemlock, oleander. Viktor's poison garden. The secure section is behind a glass wall. Another keypad, plus the biometric scanner. Isabella presses the silicon fingerprint to the scanner. I type in a secondary code from the USB.

"Alpha, the data specifies that the gestation is finished. But Scarlett burned the Conservatory last night. The cocoon was engulfed in chemical fire. Did she destroy her own creation?" "No," Maya answered instantly, shaking her head. She pulled up a secondary schematic from the decrypted files. "Look at the vascular structure of the vines in the greenhouse. The cocoon suspended above the altar wasn't the actual incubator. It was a biological battery." I leaned in, tracing the glowing lines of the schematic. Maya was right.

I looked out at the thriving green inside the greenhouse. The steady hum of the core echoed beneath us. This was our new beginning.

“The eggs are going to burn if you keep doing that.” “You started it,” I breathe out, my cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink. An hour later, after a surprisingly edible breakfast of scrambled eggs and thickly buttered toast with berry jam, Gillian leads me out the side doors of the villa toward the glass greenhouse. The morning sun is fully up now, warming the glass panels and creating a beautiful, tropical oasis hidden away from the cold Northern winds. The greenhouse is filled with vibrant green ferns, blooming white lilies, and rows of small herb boxes that the pack healers use.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Abella and Cecilia had offered to go with him, but he asked them to stay behind and watch out for the mysterious woman in white who had been spotted in the front yard yesterday while he was at the library Now that the Mandragora was properly fed, the only danger in the greenhouse would be the sudden storms. The greenhouse looked innocuous enough, but Mike knew better. The Mandragora opened the door for him, the vines pushing it open gently. The sudden blast of warmth and humidity felt good against his skin, and the smells of the greenhouse flooded his nostrils. Miles of sky in every direction greeted him, and he shut the door behind him. Above the door, glass windows extended all the way int

It didn’t look like the interior of a ruined castle but rather a green house where vegetation grew lush; the only thing that mattered was that the vegetation grown here had nothing to do with food, medicine or even ornamental flowers, they were pure evil with only one intent, destruction of the minds of its consumer. Chris raised his body above the ground using body lightness skill and took an aerial picture of the entire area. He threw out a handful of time bombs that were space controlled in their destruction impact, making sure they covered the entire perimeter of this greenhouse were neurotoxins were cultivated, before heading out with his men. “You will live to tell your boss that he ha

Amelia said, trying to calm her down. Rhiannon stared through the covers. She could see the glass around the greenhouse, and they would be arriving in a few seconds. Every possible problem that Elijah might be caught up because of his curse made her heart coil. God...she needed to make it in time. Suddenly, there was a bloodcurdling snarl from the Greenhouse. Everyone, as if on cue, skidded to a halt as the air was suddenly filled with a dense, heavy aura, seeping from within the greenhouse. They had stopped just behind a broken column in what used to be a small library which was now nothing but stone and cinders.

The rain pours down heavily beating down on the earth as I run towards the closest shelter I find. I open the door and push myself in. Closing the door I turn around and my mouth opens wide as my eyes take in the surrounding. I seem to be in some sort of a greenhouse. I have never seen this before, I didn't even know of this. The greenhouse is beautiful with high ceilings and large French glass windows. The place possesses so much of nature the scent is cold and fresh as I take huge breaths filling my lungs. I stride deeper along with the pebble steps into the greenhouse touching every flower along the way astonished with the different colours and types.

Inside, the heat was stifling, thick with the scent of boiled soil and hyper-accelerated plant decay. "I’m not giving you anything, Alistair," Anaya said, her voice steady despite the terrifying vibration running through the tiled floorboards. She took a step forward, her boots crunching on fallen glass. She raised the amber gunmetal cylinder, its golden light cutting through the dim, humid air of the greenhouse.