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Episode Twenty-Four – What the House Keeps.
“Let’s stop pretending this is about architecture,” I said. “I thought all of this was about The Collective, about what I did, but you brought us here for another reason. You moved Patience for another reason. You sat us down at this table for another reason.”
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Episode Twenty-Three- The Waiting Room.
Patience walked close to me, her usual chatter noticeably absent. Sterling stayed just behind her, eyes scanning every doorway we passed. Kendrick lingered at the rear, quiet in a way that meant he was paying attention to everything.
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Episode Twenty-Two – The House That Watches.
The room beyond was all glass and moonlight, a long, elegant chamber filled with winter plants, pale stone tiles, and wrought iron furniture dusted with cold silver light. Snow pressed softly against the outside panes. In the center of the room sat Patience.
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Episode Twenty-One – Cat and Mouse
I should have kept my finger on the pulse of the world around me a little longer, but I had grown comfortable writing my little romance stories and living my invented life.
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Episode Twenty – The Collective.
“And some clans see you as a legend fighting against the status quo. You helped to kill an ancient, rid the world of a power-hungry animal.” He spun the ring on his finger, the ring that Alard used to wear.
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Episode Nineteen – Shotgun
Raven settled in her seat. Her eyes that were only seconds earlier lingering over Kendrick as I would over a triple-layer tort, were suddenly cunning and dark.
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Episode Eighteen – Leader Of The Pack
“Candy Holt,” she said without looking up from the small book in her hands. “I was starting to wonder if you would show yourself at all.”
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Read Chapter One: Love Bites
A MIDSUMMER’S NIGHT Morgan Mansfield stood before her new creation for what felt like hours. It had taken on a life of its own somewhere between midnight and dawn, and now, as she looked up at the monster that hulled before her, her skin prickled. She hadn’t paid much attention to what her hands had been forming in the cold, gray clay. Her mind had been elsewhere. She worked through most of the night in silence, the studio windows wide open to let in the warm breeze of midsummer’s night. The scent of the night flowers she had planted around the studio, combined with the sounds of lurking…
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Episode Fifteen – Two in The Hand, None in The Bush
“And as for you,” I said, turning to Sterling. “I don’t believe a single word that slithers out of your mouth, but I do need to see Camilla. You’ll take me to her, or I’ll kill you and wear your skin as a coat. It’s as simple as that. Do we understand each other?”
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EPISODE FOURTEEN – BROKEN PROMISES
I stood there, completely naked, without a glimmer of shame, and why should I? Nothing wrong with my body, nothing wrong with my being naked. I had shed the constraints of shame decades ago.
