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.

like this were never made

to get his hands on

must have had a world-class hacker

lining up perfectly with what she'd found in her own tests

now she was

Crow's

source of

luck that the Everhart siblings

it had just been voodoo showing up, she

was a parallel of her own-most of the rules and storylines played out

really threw her off

this

using it... well, she had

wouldn't have followed her here,

the museum was

really

he'd probably be

if it really was

help but

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

before bed, Elian

will you kiss me

for a second, about to

Another message popped up.

I'll just kiss you

raised her eyebrows and sent

wider than a slice of watermelon at a Fourth of

kid in a candy store, Mr. Ashcroft all

don't waste any time, do

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