“My guess seems accurate,” Hannah observed, her voice hardening Like cooling steel.

“Tell me, why did she punish you?”

His eyes darkened, a storm brewing within their depths.

“You made it into the organization.

Joselyn must have assumed I helped you, tattled to the boss’s wife.

” He spat the words like bitter pills.

“She.

she.

He struggled to find the words, his hands knotted into fists.

“She used my sister as a warning, said the organization has a business deal coming up.

And she wants my sister.

wants her to be part of it!”

The air crackled with unspoken horror.

“She can’t,” Winston hissed, his voice murderous.

“My sister.

.

not equipped for such

Something will happen.

.

know it! And

.

word

It’s all my fault.

protect

trump, doesn’t she? Forgetting

A dangerous glint mirrored his

how adept she is

sharp as a honed blade,

Manor,” she commanded, her eyes ablaze with a resolve forged in the fires of

whispered through the air, gently tugging at their figures as Winston skillfully guided them back

glow of lights spilled from the living room, where Amelie had invited over a group

against Amelie, creating an

“Good evening, Miss Mitchell.

to offer slippers to Hannah as

coolly raised her hand, dismissing the gesture with

sight of Hannah,

“Don’t you understand the rules? Slippers are to be changed

prompting curious gazes from the other

A murmur arose.

“Is she Mr.

Compton’s daughter?”

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