“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.

.

equipped for

Something will happen.

.

it! And the

.

to breathe a word to him, or my

It’s all my fault.

couldn’t protect

a trump, doesn’t she?

mirrored his own in Hannah’s

see how adept she is

sharp as a honed blade, sliced through

she commanded, her eyes ablaze with a

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

living room, where Amelie had

against Amelie, creating an intimate tableau in the well-lit

“Good evening, Miss Mitchell.

butler, attentive to every detail, hastened to offer slippers to

her hand, dismissing the

Hannah, Joselyn’s radiant smile

and disdain, remarked, “Don’t you understand the rules? Slippers are to be changed in

comment rippled through the room, prompting curious gazes from

A murmur arose.

“Is she Mr.

Compton’s daughter?”

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