“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

Something will happen.

.

And

.

word to him, or my sister will

It’s all my fault.

couldn’t protect

doesn’t she? Forgetting I, too, wear the

glint mirrored his own in

how adept she is

as a honed blade,

Compton Manor,” she commanded, her eyes ablaze with a resolve forged

through the air, gently tugging at their figures

living room, where Amelie had invited

against Amelie, creating an intimate

“Good evening, Miss Mitchell.

detail, hastened to offer

her hand, dismissing the gesture with

Hannah,

faux politeness and disdain, remarked, “Don’t you understand the

comment rippled through the room, prompting curious gazes from

A murmur arose.

“Is she Mr.

Compton’s daughter?”

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