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.

never made

the fact that Charles had managed to get his hands on it? That took some

have had a world-class

with what she'd found in her own tests

she

from Crow's Eye

was the source of the

the Everhart siblings had strong enough constitutions

up, she wouldn't have

parallel of her own-most of the rules and storylines played

really threw her off was

this particular

she had a

have followed her here,

from now, the museum

really turned

probably

if it really was him, then,

but feel a

Charles's email and shot him a quick

bed, Elian

we meet, will you

stared at the message for a second, about to

Another message popped up.

to, I'll just

and sent back a

her reply, his grin stretched wider than a slice of watermelon

a candy store, Mr. Ashcroft

any time, do

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