Griffin fretted that Percival might actually break Leopold in two, so she quickly wheeled his chair away from the scene.

Percival glanced in the direction the pair had escaped.

“Fine,” he thought, “Someday I’ll show ’em some old-school roughhousing!”

“Mr. Wolf, any luck running into Kenneth?” Vivienne strolled up and asked.

Suddenly inspired, she considered creating a new fragrance, a companion to the “Old Man” scent—calling it “Old Ruffian”.

Percival nodded. “Yeah, he looked pretty down, not even watching where he was going.”

“Ah, to be young again.” Karen chuckled.

After a brief discussion outside the ward about Dracon and Gillian’s situation, the group was about to head out for a meal when Karen’s cell phone rang.

It was Willa Perez.

Ever since Karen had returned to the Perez family, Willa had been conspicuously absent.

Karen had tried to reach out a few times, but Willa’s obsession ran deep; she wanted to track down F-Poison before returning to the Perez family.

Karen respected that. Willa had her own path to follow.

The unexpected message from Willa now piqued Karen’s curiosity.

The text contained a photo of a university gate abroad.

That very university was where Flynn had studied overseas—the same place F-Poison had once been.

Karen took a deep breath. “Willa’s on to F-Poison’s trail. Hopefully, she digs up some leads.”

In Scepter Country, Willa stared at the university’s gate and strode through with determination.

The campus was alive with the vigor of youth.

Every student, regardless of gender, wore bright smiles as if nourished by honey.

a black leather jacket, walked across the field,

the freedom of college fashion spared her any undue

few whistle-blowing guys, intrigued by Willa’s cool demeanor, hesitated

ignoring all the signals around her, and headed straight for

of a shooting

the monument bore inscriptions in multiple languages, followed

still lay at the base, a silent tribute to

the names and found the one that was both familiar and foreign to

known as

had lain

Shameless!

studied the name, her eyes betraying scorn, anger, and a complex web of

understand how someone so full

Who was her mother?

purpose behind

monster truly love his wife and

Willa was baffled.

was the point of her existence

treasures, and the

And her?

living apology to the world—if there was anything she shared with other children, it

of a creator’s evil,

as she stared at

it couldn’t match the heat in

this monument honor someone you knew?” A voice

an older man dressed

“No, nobody,” she replied.

family member. It’s best that you’re not,”

he was speaking to himself or Willa when he added, “I was here cleaning when the shooting happened, right in this spot. Scared the daylights out of me, peed my pants even.

taken

to

smiled at Elliot’s name, and said, “Yes, him. A very genteel man from

furrowed.

How is that possible?

more about what happened back

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