Chapter 119
Chapter 119
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Eshan didn’t want to leave me with him, but it was a simple request, and he didn’t want to come off as overbearing. Everyone left the room, and I walked to the seat Eshan had vacated. I sat quietly on it, alone, face–to–face with Marlik, and somehow… sitting this close to him made me feel a pull.
I blinked, trying to shrug it off, but it came again, digging deep into my veins. I was drawn to him because he belonged to the same tribe as Cupid, and I already felt something special for Cupid.
Marlik, who hadn’t spared me a single glance earlier, finally looked at me. I waited as his amber eyes roamed my face, drifted down my body, then returned to my face. A faint frown pulled at his features.
“Ever since he was little, he always ended up with the best,” he murmurs, his gaze fixed on me, still studying. “What are you p>
The question makes me swallow, confused about what he truly means.
“A… a wolfless werewolf p>
“With the law I mean,” he adds quietly and then I understand.
“A profiler p>
The word settles between us, and he looks straight into my eyes, deeply, before slowly shaking his head.
“Pull out of this case p>
I freeze. His gaze pins me down, and I part my lips to speak, but he cuts me off again.
“It’s dangerous p>
He sighs softly, lowering his eyes to the table for a moment, a troubled frown forming. When he lifts his gaze again, his voice is low, almost gentle.
“You don’t look like Jahan’s type of girl. He probably wants you because you’re special. Feroz isn’t sane. If you stay on this case, you will get hurt and making my brother suffer through you is nowhere near my last wish p>
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He rises before I can manage a word, and walks out, leaving me sitting there, silent and stunned.
I know he’s talking about Cupid when he says Jahan, yet the name sits heavier in my chest than Cupid ever has. It tells me one truth. That Jahan is the real name of the man I’m falling for.
Quietly, I left the room and headed outside where my brother was waiting in the hall. He watched me approach, taking my wrist as he searched my face, and I smiled.
“I’m fine p>
“What did you two talk about?” he asked, curious, and I paused to swallow. I hated lying.
“He told me about his brother. Just a few words. It’s nothing.” I murmured, and Eshan studied my face before nodding.
“What do you think of him? I mean, as a profiler p>
I sighed, shaking my head.
“Marlik isn’t the criminal, Eshan. He isn’t the murderer. He was framed because he had no one, nothing, and couldn’t read. He fell victim. It’s plain and simple p>
He nodded, accepting my explanation, and squeezed my wrist gently.
“Let’s go back to H.O.W.L. We have a lot to cover before the day ends p>
“Rasha is an ex–porn actress. Twenty–nine years old. Currently the CEO of Rash Clubs, a stripper club. We’ll bring her in for questioning,” Wrinks said, and Mr. Gerald nodded, immediately glancing at me.
“What do you think of Marlik Rogue today at the interview? I watched the footage, and I can say he’s hiding something deep behind that crazy gaze. People from Downside Rogue Town are notorious. We can’t let their pity words fool us. They’re the dirtiest and most dubious people in the werewolf territory. The Rogues. We have to p>
“Marlik is not the murderer. He’s a suspect who was framed, ” I cut in sharply, and he froze. Tension instantly spread through the main hall.
Even the Deputy Director turned toward me in surprise. I swallowed. I knew I had crossed a line. I never was tight and firm with anyone in H.O.W.L until now.
“You speak as if you have evidence. You’re trusting a downsider? If only you were born when
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“As a profiler,” I cut in again, meeting his gaze hard, “I can tell Marlik is not the murderer p>
“Then you’re calling your brother useless and unjust, since he was the one who prosecuted that young man p>
“Don’t twist my words, sir,” I replied, lowering my gaze to the screen ahead. “Eshan acted based on the evidence, and all the evidence pointed at Marlik. But now we’ll recheck everything and see what was fabricated. Being a downsider doesn’t automatically make him a criminal. Rogues are werewolves too, good and bad exist everywhere, even in the human region p>
Silence fell. I had never spoken back to Mr. Gerald before, and he couldn’t tolerate it. He hated that I made sense, and he clenched his jaw.
“I see you’re invested in this case. Since you’re so passionate about Rogues, why don’t you take charge? When Rasha is brought in tomorrow, you can interrogate her as a profiler. Then we’ll know whether you earned your position, or were simply handed it p>
I stared at him, stunned, and the room fell silent. I turned to Wrinks and she sighed, nodding.
“It’s teamwork. Profilers can interview suspects,” she said, sealing my fate.
I swallowed and nodded.
“Yeah… I will p>
Right then, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed, and the door opened for the forensic team
to enter.
Sera walked in, followed by Marcus, her assistant, and the others.
“I got a call,” she said, eyes locked on the Deputy Director, Mr. Sonny, who sit up immediately.
“Who was it p>
“I…I don’t know. He sounded odd. Harsh. Commanding. And he asked just one question. I didn’t respond, and I have a feeling he’ll call back.” She looked around. Searching. “Where’s Eshan p>
Before anyone could answer, the door opened, and Eshan walked in with his assistant, heading straight toward Sera.
“You got a call p>
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“From an unknown contact. I don’t know how he got my number. It’s my personal line p>
Sera didn’t even finish speaking when her phone rang again, freezing everyone.
The Deputy Director slowly rose from his seat, while Eshan nodded at Sera to answer.
“Speaker,” he murmured, and she obeyed, putting the phone on speaker mode.
Static crackled first. Silence followed. Everyone stood tense.
“Hello?” Sera said quietly, but no answer came. “Hello p>
“Cut him open p>
The voice came, masked, distorted, chilling. Everyone froze.
“What?” Sera whispered, breath shaking.
“Cut him open. The man who was murdered is my brother. Do the autopsy. Find what killed him and air it. I want to know p>
The call ended instantly.
A cold, suffocating silence filled the room. Goosebumps rose on my skin.
We all looked at one another, the question rooting itself deep in our bones.
Who was the caller?
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