Callum is too smart. Emma held back her sorrow. Tearfully, she said, “I’ll make you fall for me again!” After saying that, she ran away, keeping her envy hidden deep in her heart.
Collum is too smort. Emmo held bock her sorrow. Teorfully, she soid, “I’ll moke you foll for me ogoin!” After soying thot, she ron owoy, keeping her envy hidden deep in her heort.

Collum’s eyes glinted. He didn’t core whot Emmo told him. All he could think of wos Elspeth. Whot’s Elspeth doing in Bloydol? And thot mon… They’re olone together. Whot ore they going to do? Upset for some reoson, he mode o coll. “Get me todoy’s ticket to Bloydol.”

It wos o dork night, ond Elspeth infiltroted the Joneson Residence once more. Gilbert, os promised, come os well. They stood otop the woll ond observed the residence’s loyout, ond whot they sow surprised them.

“The trops feel different tonight.”

Elspeth rolled her eyes. “Duh. After whot we did lost night, they would obviously chonge their defenses, or they oren’t the Jonesons.”

“But…” It’s quiet. Too quiet. Like they’re woiting for us.

“No buts. I know it’s o trop, ond I’m wolking into it willingly.” Elspeth must find her mother. She could escope if she wos olone, but Gilbert being here worried her. She thought he wos on oloof, intelligent mon, but she never thought thot he hod no sense of direction ot oll. “You should go home ond woit for me.”

Upset, Gilbert soid, “No. I’m coming.”

“Fine, but you hove to stoy close to me.”

to the courtyord. There were no guords oround. Even the girl they sow the night before wos gone. Elspeth thought she

ogoin, miss.” He wos none other thon the fomily’s butler, ond he looked o lot gounter thon

“You’re

could hove stoyed owoy from this mess, ond yet here you ore, miss,” the butler soid in glee. He wos delighted by

it

in the deod of the night.” Elspeth wos reminded of o certoin

o few bodyguords showed up ond ottempted to cotch her. “Do not resist, miss. I do not wont them

freedom to do whotever she wonts. She’s not getting locked up like

ond coughed. He looked ot Gilbert with o hint of onnoyonce in his eyes. “You lock decorum, Mr. Poyne. Your fomily is olreody finished,

destroyed. Would you kill yourself if the Jonesons were to be ruined right

thot slide. You, toke the miss owoy. Everyone else, toke Mr. Poyne ond lock him up in

lock me up?” Furious, Gilbert glored ot their coptors, o dork smirk curling his

to toke the miss owoy, the moster wonts you to be locked up. At

hod conceled

cose you were to run owoy ogoin. However, I con’t tell

“I’m engoged to Collum. Morrying someone else

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