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She stepped aside, the blast doors hissing open. "Go," she said. "The Architect is waiting. But remember, Ivy... only one of you is coming back from the cliff." As we ran for the private hangar, my phone chimed. It was a video file, sent from an encrypted source at the mansion. I opened it. The screen showed the study. Arthur was sitting in his leather chair, a glass of scotch in one hand and a remote detonator in the other. But he wasn't looking at the camera. He was looking at a woman standing in the shadows behind him.

I quickly healed myself and decided not to give her breathing space to think until I defeated her. Arturo POV I noticed the sly movements of Wilsdon. He might be cunning but I was no fool. I overturned him pointing my gun at his head. Before we left, I suspected something was off. I didn't spend the night with Tanya for no reason. Although it was rude of me but I needed to assert my suspicion. Last night after Tanya fell asleep, I got up and casted an invisibility spell on myself. With my invisibility, I was able to mentor his activities in the dark.

It was just me and the squirrel-spider, whose head I could see out of the corner of my eye. Not having anything else to do, I continued my efforts. I planned to break through to the adjacent world, and never come back. They probably wouldn’t even save me a slice of pie. I sank into the hot thumbprint in the middle of my head. I was close. I don’t know how much time passed but it was starting to get dark when Arthur returned, alone. I saw it, then. All around him, a slight glow. Like light seeping out from around a closed door. I pushed. With all my might I pushed the door open.

********** ARTHUR The wind blows hard against the leaves around me causing a kind of terrifying sound, I look around me hoping no one I'd around or near to cause me harm if any kind, I have wandered around for hours before finding the construction site it is huge but silent, inspecting around I had seen panda, shovels and gravels abandoned on the site which made me even more scared but it is the best hideout I could find by night I'll move away from here seek refuge from someone or if the worse comes to the worse I'll contact the packhouse somehow for help in a way no one would find out, My ears perks up as pick up the sound of a radio the frequency and signal seems to be unstable as it make

Now it had been just over twelve hours since she’d disappeared. Marsh and Arthur sat a block away in a fake delivery truck, watching the signal pulse steadily on a laptop screen, the dot unmoving. “She hasn’t moved in hours.” Marsh muttered. Arthur’s knuckles were bone white around the edge of the table, his eyes bags quite heavy from lack of sleep, his party suit discarded, leaving him only the shirt and pants, even the shoes are just so his legs won’t be bare, otherwise he’d have kicked them away a long time ago, and worst is his hair, very unruly and scattered from all the hours of running his hands through it. “She will let us know when to come, I can feel it almost happening.”

For a moment, the conspiracy vanished. She wasn't looking at evidence. She was looking at her mother. The woman she never knew. Arthur watched her carefully. "She adored you." Ama couldn't look away from the screen. "Why show me this?" Arthur's expression became serious. "Because there isn't much time left." The answer made her stomach tighten. "What does that mean?" Arthur turned toward another monitor. Then pressed a key. A live video feed appeared. Ama froze. It showed Daniel. Marcus. Valerie.

Adele says and gets up from her seat. " You stay here and take rest. We will go and check," Axel says, pointing towards Trevor. " Yes, Alpha, " Trevor responds, and they both head out of the Packhouse. Adele immediately goes inside to check on her kids. Axel and Trevor return after an hour, looking disappointed. " What happened?" Adele asked, worried. " Archer is not present at the Pack, and his Pack members say they don't know where he is," Axel said with a hint of anger.

not anymore. There was a loud bang and it took Evan some time to realize that it wasn't the gun that went off; rather, it was the door being burst open, stealing the hunter's attention and pausing the execution. Evan opened his eyes and looked at the door with curious hope and not a lot of expectance, but he smiled when he saw the man who stood in the doorway straight and proper, impeccably dressed in a three piece suit with a velvet top hat and a gold chained watch. It was Arthur.

Niffa said as she run to catch up with the old man. “I’m telling you this for the last time, do not go in there,” he said and leave Niffa outside. Niffa was confused, she wanted to convince the old man. The sky was bright but cloudy, she cannot feel the sun that mostly had warmth on her skin. The place was cold as she look around, the place was surrounded by huge trees. She was like in the middle of a circle space. She look at the wooden hut, the old man was inside. Niffa decided to escape, she run slowly making no sounds of heavy footsteps. She should suppose to step inside the dark forest but she hit an invisible wall and she falls to the ground. She stands up groaning in pain, she decided

She walked out of the sunroom and down the carpeted hallway toward Arthur’s private study at the far end of the wing. She didn't knock. She simply turned the heavy brass handle and pushed the door open. The study was dim, the heavy velvet curtains drawn halfway across the tall windows. Arthur was sitting at his large mahogany desk. He wasn't looking at a computer screen or reviewing legal briefs. He was holding an old, silver-plated pocket watch that had belonged to their father—a heavy piece that didn't run anymore. He was tracing the engraved initials on the back with his thumb. He looked up when the door opened, his expression instantly closing down into a neutral, unreadable mask. "Evely