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They should be arresting this guy, not holding me down!
"Summer." The woman from before squat down to look into my eyes. "Summer. Calm down, or things will get worse."
Somehow through my rage, I could tell that she wasn't threatening me. She was trying to help me.
That look of concern again.
"Mwarghhhhh!" I screamed. I pounded the ground, unable to do anything else. Chest heaving, I cried and cried out my rage. Wet tears soaking the ground—the ground where people I loved had stood.
The land where my parents were buried.
My legacy of nothing.
I cried and pounded until, finally, everything flowed out of me. All the hate and anger.
Any ounce of energy.
Gone.
There was nothing left but an empty helplessness.
Finally gasping, I mumbled into the ground, my voice a croak. “Let me up."
Immediately the weight on me was gone. I peered upwards; the gray man was gone, along with his car.
I scrambled to a sitting position, twisting to look at the house. The west wing was completely gone—the study, parts of the foyer, the dining hall…
A big, black, wet hole.
I wiped away the tears that were still falling, watching.
I'd gotten the message.
Do what the Magnolia wanted, or they would destroy everything I loved.
CHAPTER 23
Rook
I stared at the encrypted email from Tatiana, considering if I could use this information to bribe Maxon.
Tatiana was the only person I kept in touch with from my previous life in Vegas.
Like me, Knight—my best childhood friend, my only friend—had betrayed her.
I’d saved her on the worst day of her life. Then, together we built a network of spies that brought in secrets vitally important to the Veritas. Vegas tourism was an alluring bait for important men and women all over the world, and we used high-end escorts to gather information.
This was my main source of usefulness to the Veritas, and the main reason I had a certain leeway in the society.
I was a valuable asset to them, and until I had my revenge, I used it to my advantage.
The soft swish of cloth drew my attention away from my laptop and my blood drained from my face at the sight of Summer Duvall in the doorway. The yellow roses on her cream colored Dolce and Gabbana dress brought out the golden strands in the braid in her hair, dimmed only slightly in the dull lighting of the library.
“Summer.” My voice was a low growl of warning. “What are you doing here?”
“Why didn’t you apply for me?” Her ocean blue eyes pinned me in place. There was a sadness in them, a strange wildness I’d never seen from her before. She stepped into the room. “Why?”
Mrs. Pearl, the head librarian, walked by the open doorway, a stack of books in her arms. She glanced my way, her glasses askew, her brown hair pulled back in a loose bun. She gave me a flirty wink as she passed, a small smile to her lips, before she disappeared past the doorway, a trail of young children following in her wake.
