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.

this were never made

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

a

with

now she was

Crow's Eye

of the curse in Susie's

just pure luck that the Everhart siblings had strong enough

it had just been voodoo showing up, she wouldn't have

parallel of her own-most of the

her off

this

the person using it... well, she had a bit of

wouldn't have followed her

from now, the museum

really

he'd probably be

it really was

but feel a

him a quick "Got it"

bed, Elian

we meet, will

at the message for a second, about to type a

Another message popped up.

you don't want to, I'll just kiss you first.

her eyebrows and sent

his grin stretched wider than a slice of watermelon at

Elian smiling like a kid in a candy store, Mr. Ashcroft all but

don't waste any

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