Miranda was, in all honesty, just a regular person.

When it came to Elian, as a boyfriend, he actually ticked a lot of boxes.

What came next-that was a problem for Future Miranda.

Still, this was her first time really giving this kind of thing a shot.

In her last life, she'd spent most of her time hustling.

She'd carried more than her fair share of responsibilities for someone so young, and almost every waking moment was focused on herself and her goals.

As the heir to NexMed Labs a family legacy stretching back a thousand years— she needed to keep her grip on that position. Talent was only part of it; she had to work even harder for everything else.

Sure, plenty of people had tried to win her over. She'd just never cared enough to notice.

Speaking of her would-be suitors...

She pulled out her phone and scrolled back to the file Charles had sent her.

There was also a new, unread email.

Charles had sent over a fresh autopsy report.

"Couldn't get the sample. It's locked down. But hey, maybe try staking out the next murder scene?" Charles's message had that signature dark humor of his.

Miranda opened the report, reading it as she headed back to her room.

Honestly, after seeing Susie Everhart's case, she didn't really need the sample or the report anymore.

But she still read it, carefully.

The autopsy was top-notch-done by a big-name forensic pathologist.

were never made public. This one was

the fact that Charles had managed to get his hands

have had a world-class hacker on his

findings matched her suspicions, lining up perfectly with what she'd found in her own

now she

from Crow's Eye was

the source of

just pure luck that the Everhart siblings had strong enough

showing up, she

her own-most of the rules and storylines

her

seen this particular

it... well, she had a bit of

wouldn't have followed her here, would

week from now, the museum was

really turned

probably be

really was him, then, well-small

couldn't help but feel a little

deleted Charles's email and shot him a quick "Got

before bed,

meet, will you

stared at the message for a second, about to type

Another message popped up.

to, I'll just kiss you

eyebrows and

reply, his grin stretched wider than a slice of watermelon at a Fourth

Elian smiling like a kid in a candy

any

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