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She had not dared herself to look at Shaine as Sheels backed out, telling her to stand beside her. It’s been over half an hour and the gloominess of the chamber was pressing in on her. There was no window and the deep-orange brick walls were painted with grotesque images that included people writhing in flames, people being tortured to insanity, and, most of all, the reaper with his scythe hanging right on his shoulder, his eyes hidden on his hood, though it felt so much like he’s really staring at her as though he’s not merely a lifeless painting.

"What the heck are you talking about?" “I'll admit that I didn't think you could pull off a hit at your wedding, but I won't make the same error again.” "A hit?" I notice the blood dripping from his shirt when he indicated to his side. I didn't notice it earlier because the fabric was black. “What is your message, Miss Amber? Do you think you could threaten me? Either your sniper missed, or maybe...you asked him to do it on purpose.” The words of his employer cause his guard to tighten up even more, and his grip on the gun becomes lethal. He's going to shoot at any moment. I am paralyzed by the idea of passing away in this manner, but I cling to reason since it only values it.

"A coward can't be vengeful, a coward hides behind a mask, and-" "Exactly like you're doing?" The woman says moving closer to him. "You're the one hiding in this dump, waiting for the chance to" With the stealth of a panther, the man is before the woman, holding her by the throat. "I warned you about that mouth of yours. I warned you about threading on thin ice, I told you I could kill you, but you didn't heed my warning."

Hades was pacing a rut in the antique Persian rug, his movements tense, every muscle coiled. Charon remained standing by the desk, a sentinel of controlled competence, but even his shoulders looked strained. "Boss, with all respect, I have Finn and Sal locked down in separate cells. They’ve been interviewed under truth serum. They’re clean. I’m telling you, this wasn't an inside job for money. This was a professional hit, executed by someone with military-grade resources. They left behind a signal jammer with a proprietary frequency I’ve only seen used by a specific faction in the old Italian circles." Claudine watched them from her oversized armchair, a silent anchor in the storm. She was h