LOGINDon't look at me like that, the characters chose their own path today! I’m just the messenger.
Salome’s POV“Stay still, little one, I’m not going to hurt you,” I whispered, keeping my voice as steady as possible.The tiny kitten huddled in the furthest, darkest corner under the restaurant bench. Her fur was matted with dust, and her frame looked painfully thin. She let out a high-pitched cry that cut right through the ambient noise of the dining room. I reached a hand toward her, but she scrambled back further, her pupils blown wide with terror.I pulled my hand back and looked at Jeremiah. He was still hunkered down on the hardwood floor, his expensive suit jacket bunched at his shoulders. He didn’t seem to care about the dust or the stares from nearby tables.“She’s terrified,” I said, shifting my weight on my knees. “She’s completely cornered. Do you think she belongs to someone here? Maybe a staff member’s pet?”Jeremiah leaned in, his eyes fixed on the kitten’s shivering form. “I doubt it. Look at her collar. It is empty.”“We need to get her out before someone steps on h
Salome’s POV“Is there anyone special in your life, Salome?”The question caught me off guard, and I felt the heat rise up my neck and into my cheeks. I stared at Stanley, the older man across the table, unsure how to handle the inquiry. Before I could find my voice, the heavy door to our private room clicked open.Jeremiah and Duke stood in the entrance. Jeremiah looked like a storm cloud. His jaw was locked tight, and his hands hung at his sides in fists. I caught his gaze, and the intensity in his eyes made me want to shrink into my seat.“Back at it again with the matchmaking, Uncle Stanley?” Duke said. He stepped into the room with a wide, easy smile, clearly trying to diffuse the thick tension.Jeremiah did not relax. If anything, he looked more irritated.Duke walked over and draped an arm over Jeremiah’s shoulders, laughing. “Sorry, folks. Jeremiah actually proposed over pad thai ten minutes ago. We are catching a flight to Vegas tonight. You are all invited.”The room erupted
Luciana’s POV"You really think those people are untouchable?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.Duke leaned back, his eyes unreadable. "In this city, influence buys more than just silence. It buys a clean slate."I forced a tight smile. "I need some air. Excuse me for a minute."I pushed my chair back, the screech of legs against the floor sounding too loud in the quiet room. I didn't head for the restroom. I walked straight to the patio door. The afternoon air hit my face, cooler than the air inside, though the faint smell of stale tobacco clung to the concrete.I checked over my shoulder. The patio was empty. I pulled my phone out and dialed Clementine. She picked up on the third ring. I kept my voice low, outlining everything Duke had just told me about the ZIKO group and the legal lifeline Portia and her mother had secured."That is bad," Clementine said. Her voice sounded thin, tight with nerves. "I don't know the full extent of the ZIKO group, but the rumors are nasty. People
Salome’s POV“So, she really stood there and laughed while the cops put them in cuffs?”Jeremiah looked at me across the table. He set his water glass down with a heavy thud. “She did more than laugh. She told us to enjoy our freedom while it lasted. She sounded like she already had the release papers signed.”I pictured the woman. She wore a tailored suit and stood with her back straight, looking at us like we were gum on her shoe. I knew now that she was Portia’s aunt.Duke tapped his wine glass with a fingernail. “I did some digging. That woman is named Hana. And she belongs to the ZIKO society.”The name sounded like nonsense to me. I looked at Jeremiah, but he had gone stiff. The color drained from his face. “That cult group?”“The very same,” Duke said. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low hum. “Hana has been in their inner circle for years. She carries a lot of weight in that room. My contacts told me she approached both Caspian and Barnabas about joining. She offered them
Portia’s POV“Are you quite finished yet, or do you plan on listing every Friday night I spent here for the rest of the evening?” I asked, my voice tight as I pulled my hand back.The manager blinked, his face flushing a deep shade of crimson as he looked from me to Jeremiah. He had been so eager to recount the history of my visits with Barnabas that he had not noticed the temperature in the room plummet. Beside me, Jeremiah stood perfectly still. His jaw was set, and his eyes were cold slits of dark glass.“I apologize,” the manager stammered, rubbing his hands together. “I clearly have you confused with someone else. Please, follow me.”He hurried toward the back of the restaurant, putting as much distance between himself and the awkward silence as possible. I trailed behind him, trying to keep my breathing steady. The scent of coconut milk and spicy chilies hit me, followed immediately by the sharp, metallic tang of an old, unwanted memory. I felt the phantom sensation of a hand re
Salome’s POV“You really think he’s going to break?” I asked, keeping my voice low as we stepped into the hospital corridor.Jeremiah chuckled, a dry sound that didn't reach his eyes. “He is already broken. He just doesn’t know it yet.”I couldn’t stop the smirk from spreading. Inside that room, Ben had been a frantic mess, his face flushing a deep, ugly red as he clawed at his sheets, trying to lung at us. He was tied to that bed by his own incompetence, and the photos in Jeremiah’s possession were a leash that would pull tight whenever Jeremiah decided to jerk the cord. Ben’s threats about ruining us had sounded like a dying animal’s yelp.Jeremiah guided me toward the elevators. The hospital halls were loud, filled with the squeak of rubber soles and the hum of monitors. He stayed close, his hand resting firmly on the small of my back to steer me through the crowd.“You caught him perfectly,” I said, side-stepping a nurse who was busy checking a chart. “But how did you even know whe
Salome’s POV"You should probably leave before he comes back," I said, my voice barely a whisper.Barnabas’s jaw tightened, his teeth grinding together so hard I could hear the friction. He didn’t get a chance to snap back. The heavy click of the door handle cut th
Clementine’s POV“I love Salome,” Barnabas said.The words hung in the air like a bad joke. He whispered them as if they were a holy confession, his voice cracking just enough to make me want to gag. I stared at him, my hands tightening into fists at my sides. I th
Salome’s POV“Does it sting when I apply the pressure here?”Healer Beatrice moved my head to the side with a light touch. The room smelled like lemon cleaner and old herbs. I sat on the hard paper of the exam table while she dabbed at the jagged red line near my hairline.“I’m fine, Beatrice. It’s
Salome and Jeremiah’s POV“They are waiting at a small place down the road, very quiet and perfect for a private talk,” Román said, his face splitting into a wide, cheerful grin.I gave him a quick nod and grabbed my bag. “Thanks, Román. I will







