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    Elliana only had one thing she desired from the Henderson family—something not valuable but potentially difficult for them to surrender. Rather than stating it outright, she hesitated, choosing instead to open up with her own story. She told them of her mother’s past—how her mother had once been hunted by a shadowy organization, the very same group now holding Cutler. If they were to find him, the first step was to expose that darkwork. Once her story ended, the Hendersons quickly understood what she was driving at.


    Charles leaned forward and assured her, “Ms. Marsh, name whatever you need. We’ll hand it over to you without hesitation.”


    Gatlin and Eloisa both nodded their firm approval.


    Appreciative of their trust, Elliana allowed herself a small smile. “What I ask is to see the book buried with Cameron.”


    Charles had once described the volume as a collection steeped in legend. Within its pagesy tales of Delta and secrets never meant formon ears. Now that Cutler had resurfaced, Elliana suspected Cameron’s book was far more than a storybook—it might conceal vital clues. In short, she suspected that Cameron had mysterious ties with Delta during his lifetime. Otherwise, why else would his grandson be abducted and his granddaughter poisoned with something as rare and deadly as Scorpion King?


    Retrieving that book, however, meant disturbing Cameron’s grave—an ask that carried the weight of intrusion.


    Elliana felt deeply apologetic and immediately exined, “I know this request is unusual and might be hard for you to ept, but I’m convinced that the book holds valuable clues, and I need to see it with my own eyes.”


    Cameron was Gatlin’s father. To open Cameron’s tomb and retrieve the book, Gatlin’s consent was required.


    Neither Eloisa nor Charles spoke at first. Both turned their eyes to Gatlin, waiting for his decision.


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    Elliana had expected resistance or at least hesitation, yet to her surprise, Gatlin agreed at once. “That’s no problem!”


    A quiet breath of relief escaped Elliana. “I appreciate your trust, Mr. Henderson.”


    “There’s no need for thanks, Ms. Marsh,” Gatlin answered firmly. “You’ve already done more for this family than we could ever repay. If that book leads us closer to Cutler, then my father would bless this choice—even from beyond the grave.”


    When Gatlin finished, he checked the clock. The hands read three a.m. Outside, the darkness of night still pressed heavily against the windows.


    Rising abruptly, Gatlin turned to Eloisa. “See that Ms. Marsh has a room where she can rest.” He then faced Charles. “Come with me to the cemetery—we’ll fetch the book.”


    “All right,” Charles replied, standing immediately.


    Atst, Gatlin addressed Elliana. “Please be patient, Ms. Marsh. I will have the book in your hands before dawn.”


    Elliana inclined her head. “Appreciate it, Mr. Henderson.”


    Without wasting time, Gatlin and Charles left the house and drove into the night.


    Under Eloisa’s arrangements, Elliana entered a guest room.


    Soplete was the Henderson family’s trust that Elliana allowed herself to drop her guard. Weary beyond measure, she drifted into sleep moments after lying down.<fn9203> ?????? ???? Find[?]ovel</fn9203>


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