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Complete darkness swallowed the screen. Then,a gunshot echoed through the television feed.

he said, his tone laced with disdain. I sneered, meeting his gaze. “You think this changes anything? You’re playing a dangerous game, Grey.” He stepped closer, his face inches from mine. “This isn’t a game, Frank. This is justice.” Behind him, a screen flickered to life, showing live footage of Gabby’s son. My stomach twisted. Grey noticed my reaction and smirked. “Oh, yes. We’ve been watching. Did you really think we wouldn’t find him?” “You’re making a mistake,” I growled.

We were talking about posting a reward on the darknet for information on the whereabouts of Haven and her brother, but we hadn’t made any decisions. This had been beyond the craziest fucking month of my life. I really couldn’t take any more surprises. I really needed just a nice, quiet Christmas, absolutely no surprises. I was going to talk to Beth about us having a small Christmas here, with our crew. Then going to see my mom in a few days. Derek came back into the waiting room and we sat down. “I’m real sorry to hear about Reba, I can’t imagine what you’re going through,” Derek said after a minute.

She cooed, "I've been waiting for this day for five years. Just celebrate it for my sake!" Owen saw the radiant smile on her face. Reluctant to let her down, he allowed her to do whatever she wished. On the eighth floor of the Hillington Hotel was a luxury nightclub, frequented by infamous playboys of Alburton City in search of excitement and thrill. After dinner, Sonya led Owen to the nightclub. My spirit tagged along as if it was out of my control. It wasn't my wish to watch their PDA. When we arrived on the eighth floor, they ran into Owen's friends, who were having some drinks. Without hesitation, Sonya dragged Owen to the private lounge occupied by his friends.

I abruptly stand up gathering my jacket and handbag storming out of the police station. I fall down on the couch as soon as I get home to my apartment turning on the television and flicking through the channels until I come across something worth watching without any violence. Nothing like a good old soppy love story to ease my mind of things happening in real life. Real life like I ever had a life until today.

By the time I got back to the packhouse, it was already after dark and I went into the living room where Lucas, Jude and Aria were watching the News. I wasn’t wrong about the riots. Cities all over the country were going up in flames. They were actually filming humans being attacked and killed by vampires. I was watching Lucas as he was fixated on the TV and I could see how intensely he was watching the TV. But it was now sunrise, and the vampires were running from the scenes of these riots. Running back to their hideouts so they didn’t burn in the sun. That was the only reprieve that we were going to have at the moment.

And after all, how long could you pine for someone who put you second best? "Okay. You're right. Margaritas it is." The bartender has just delivered the frosty drinks when Dara nudged her and pointed to the television. "They just teased sports. It will be on right after this commercial." "But he might not be the first thing," Liz reminded her. "The sports report isn't that long. And after that teaser at noon everyone will be waiting for the interview. You'll see." She waved at the bartender. "Could you turn that up, please"

Their baby cried loudly, piercing the night. "AMBULANCE! QUICK! QUICK!" Edgar shouted to his team, his voice nearly desperate. And then, to the shooter: “And you! I fire you! Meet me at the base camp after you return!” Edgar’s voice trembled, full of burning anger. How could an amateur shooter infiltrate his security detail? With his remaining strength, Jonathan raised his trembling hand, touching Harley’s tear-streaked cheek. Their eyes met — full of pain, regret, and unspoken love.

He walked through the dark night, his hands in his pockets, moving like a night owl. His mind was crowded with thoughts, but he was trying to fight them off. After walking for about 15 minutes, he sat down near the footpath. Eventually, he went into a nearby bar where everyone was dancing. He entered, found a table, and draped his black coat over the chair. He wanted to talk to someone and even took out his phone but then put it away. Although he had never drunk before, tonight he felt the urge to. He signaled the waiter and asked for a glass. When the waiter brought it, he downed it in one gulp.

“I’m a magician, sweetheart. And I make distractions disappear. So unless you want your subject of distraction to go bye-bye, I suggest you watch your tongue when you talk about him to me.” Her breath hitched again. Her hands curled into fists, but she didn’t speak. Smart girl. I sighed with mock disappointment and rubbed my palms together slowly. “Let’s play a game, nurse.” Her shoulders stiffened. “Three people are going to be shot tonight,” I said evenly. “Badly. I mean real carnage, baby—bone-deep, no-help-coming type of pain. Network will be cut. No phones. No contact from the outside. Doors locked. No one in or out.”