In an instant, tears streamed down Evadne's cheeks-hot, joyful drops rolling freely, overflowing with relief and happiness.

She knew it. She just knew!

The very first time she saw Hans, she had recognized him-he was Hubery. Even when he'd been so distant and cold, shutting her out, that deep sense of familiarity and kinship had never wavered. She couldn't have been wrong.

"Mrs. Abernathy... Are you are you alright?" Alva fumbled for a handkerchief, anxiously dabbing at Evadne's tears.

Struggling to steady her racing heart, Evadne's voice came out low and husky. "Aaron, have you told anyone else about this?"

Aaron, who'd spent years as a detective, was perfectly composed. "This is no small matter. I've only told you-neither Dad nor my mother knows."

her nerves stretched taut as piano wire. "If word gets out, we could spook whoever's

get home, I won't tell Mom. If she finds out, she'll turn the whole country

him after he fell into the

the image of that terrible scar on Hubery's body; her heart twisted painfully. "I saw his wounds. There's

like fighting a machine-someone who kills without hesitation." Aaron's voice shook with barely-concealed grief. "Who could

watched Evadne with

it was tied to one of Avery's schemes. But Avery was dead now, yet

been controlling Avery was now controlling Hubery,


"Sir" had turned Hubery into

open, her

desperate. "What did you say? What kind

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