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I instructed one of the housemaids working with me here in the kitchen. I removed my apron and made my way toward our living room. Even before I got close enough, I could already hear raised voices. I saw Leo together with his best friend — Zackeriel and Bella’s eldest son, Zamiel. And based on what I was seeing right now, the two of them were arguing fiercely. “Don't turn your back on me, Mondragon!” Zamiel sneered and grabbed Leo’s arm tightly. Leo quickly yanked his arm away from him.

"It's me. It's literally just me. Are you okay?" "I—" Liora exhaled, pressing two fingers to her chest. "Yes. Sorry. I was—" She sat back down slowly. "Don't do that." "I have been calling you all the way from the bathroom." Mara tilted her head, studying her with that quiet careful attention that Liora had learned meant she was filing things away. "Are you okay?” "I was thinking." "About what?" "Nothing." Mara let that sit for a few seconds. Then — "Last night was close."

Spending ten minutes with Cassie made me realize I had missed out on so much. When we were still together, there was this Italian Tv show we would see together. It was called “Il bel principe”. The handsome Prince of English. The story line is identical to sleeping beauty but in reverse. I had stopped watching the third season and since then I hadn't had time to watch it. Cassie showed me a clip I had never seen and now, I really wanted to watch it. “The last episode is arriving tonight. Wanna watch it together?” She asked. I looked down at my beer bottle. If I followed her home, that would be crossing the line. Amelia had visited Eric in the hospital and not his house and knowing Cassie, sh

Matteo’s voice: “We could’ve ruled the world, but your daughter chose chaos.” Then the silence after the shot. Only… there had been no blood. Amara shook herself out of it. “He’s moving her again,” she said. “We have hours at most.” “Where to?” Adriana asked. “Wherever he thinks we can’t reach.” Vesper interrupted. “I have one more lead. A name.” She handed Amara a slip of paper. Andrei Cazares. Amara blinked. “He’s dead.” Vesper looked grim. “Then his ghost is making deals in Montmartre.”

Edward and Justin went to Justin's cabin. "We have only seven hours left now Justin." "And I need that culprit in front of me at any cost." Hours passed by and now it was already seven pm, just an hour away from the ultimatum. "Angelo, why haven't you submitted me any progress about the case? Where the hell are you?" Justin roared through his phone. "I.. I'm coming sir." Angelo was panicked and was praying to God for his life while moving to Justin's cabin when he met Edward on his way. He nodded as a no when Edward asked him about the progress. Edward shook his head in disappointment and moved along to Angelo to the cabin.