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    He wasn’t giving up, even though Ste didn’t see the point.


    Still, she slowly turned around. The look on his face—so sincere, so familiar—made her hesitate for a second. But she quickly looked away. “I’m tired. I just want to rest. Maybe another time.”


    A flicker of disappointment crossed his face, but he hid it fast. “Alright then. Rest well… goodnight.”


    The sound of her door mming shut swallowed his words. He wasn’t even sure she heard him.


    A faint, bitter smile tugged at his lips as he unlocked his own door and stepped inside.


    Ste had barely shut hers when she heard the soft click of his door closing across the hall.


    She walked to the window, gazing out at the night lights, when something caught her eye—a ck sedan parked on the street below.


    There seemed to be someone inside, but it was too far to see clearly.


    Was it someone William sent?


    She frowned, pulled the curtains together, and tried to brush off the thought.


    But just as she stepped into the bathroom, her phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number: “Ms. Russell, we know who you met today. Do you still want to y this game?”


    Ste’s heart sank. Her hands went cold, and the phone slipped from her grasp, ttering onto the floor.


    Was the message about Jeff? Or William?


    A wave of fear shot through her. What if Jeff was in danger because of her?


    She thought about calling him but quickly realized it was too risky—and she didn’t even know how to exin.


    She went back to the window and carefully pulled the curtain aside. The ck sedan was still there, parked quietly like a hunter waiting for its prey.


    Now she knew for sure—it wasn’t William’s men. It was Erebus.


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    If William hadn’t been with her earlier, would those people downstairs have already broken in?


    She didn’t want to imagine it. A chill ran through her body.


    A few dayster, in the afternoon, Ste was at home sorting through her research reports when her phone buzzed. She nced at the screen—it was Jeff.


    Without thinking, she answered, “Hey, Jeff, what’s up?”


    There was a short silence before his voice came through. “Hey, uh… are you busy right now?”


    Something about his voice sounded off—lower, unsteady, like he’d just been running.


    Ste frowned slightly. “No, not really. Why?”


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