Grace stayed at the hospital well into the evening. She hadn't slept much lately and eventually dozed off, slumped over the edge of Liam's bed.

Three hours later, a doctor gently woke her up.

"Ms. Lambert, you should go home and get some rest. Liam's still unconscious- you'll collapse before he even wakes up."

Her eyes were ringed with dark circles. She rubbed them and asked, "His fever still isn't going down?"

The doctor sighed. "It all depends on him now. He seems stuck on something mentally. As his family, maybe try talking to him—see if it helps."

But Grace didn't even know what Liam's hang-up was.

She got up and went home, where she collapsed into bed from sheer exhaustion.

A noise outside her window startled her awake in the middle of the night.

She flicked on the lamp beside her and froze. Outside her window, a strange man was crouched, holding a tool and clearly about to smash the glass.

It was a terrifying sight-if her nerves weren't steel by now, she probably would've screamed.

The man clearly hadn't expected the lights to come on. He panicked and swung the tool, but Grace moved faster. She grabbed a chair and slammed it against the window.

had no safety gear-no harness, no rope. He'd climbed up by hand. The force of the

a body hitting pavement jolted the nearby patrol to attention. Within minutes, police sirens lit up

had died


scene. Her adrenaline was finally fading, but her mind

apartment, and one of them blinked when he saw

Lambert... it's you

than a few run-ins with the cops lately. Calmly, she explained what

the shattered glass and exchanged a look. One of

a statement. We'll verify the guy's

and followed them to

was from the Druville slums,

point, it was pretty clear

check his bank activity? I want to know who paid him to come after

up his financial records and

transfers, no digital footprint. Everything's in cash. If you want answers, think

the gasoline attack, the ambush in the snow, and now this, someone clearly wanted her


attacks felt like they came from different people. That gasoline stunt was way

immediately landed on Daphne and Tristan-two

with Julian around, he never stood a chance. The resentment must've twisted him up

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