Chapter 392
Chapter 392
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Boman raised his brows, amused,
“Sorry, ” i said. “Alexander?
He took a slow, audible breath. “What do you wete, www www home wekong taxing the whole to word gung, wiflinct aging goodbye, without
“Hi, Rhys,” Roman cut in suddenly, a grin tuzzing the core of his mouth. “W’s House
There was a pause. A long one, Then
“Wait. Wait. Is this on speaker? Are you two together? Deme you, Roman, Yoyo que some serios sputtered, disteller drigging from
every syllable, “ Fuck both of you, I’m hanging up
“No–no, Alex, wait!” I blurted, “I’m sorry, alright? I swear 1 am. A lot happened. Things I can’t say over the phone. But I’ll explain when I
see you, ”
Silence. Then, softer: “You abandoned me with River. You know she’s a shitty companion
The guilt lodged in my throat like a stone.
“I know,” I said quietly, “I know. But please–can we talk about this when I come home?
“You’re coming back?” Skepticism. Hope buried beneath years of hurt.
“Yes p>
“When p>
“Soon p>
Another beat of silence.
“What do you want, Reese? ”
Straight to the point, Good.
“I need to know who mans the security cameras at the Manor, ” I said, “Which of Father’s men is assigned to them now? ”
“Father’s men?” Rhys repeated slowly.
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My chest that
“Then wher” tomen demanded, stepping closer, eyes drilling into the phone.
Rhys hesitated, “You really don’t know?” he whispered, incredulous.
My puhve Kicked, “No?
He laughed as if he couldn’t believe his ears. “Are you serious p>
“Kwys”
“Fucking tell us already p>
Silence stretched until it was suffocating. Then he spoke. “It’s Randall p>
My heart stopped.
Roman went still beside me–completely still–like someone had cut his wires.
Rhys’s voice dropped to a whisper edged with dread. “Father put Randall in charge of everything p>
He swallowed hard, the sound cracking through the speaker.
“He watches all the feeds. All the rooms. All the grounds. All the entries. All the exits.” A shaky breath. “He sees everything. ”
My skin went cold. My vision tunneled.
Randall
Not a servant. Not a guard. Not one of Father’s men.
Our half–brother.
The one both Roman and 1, at some point, wished had never been born. The one who carried cruelty like a second heartbeat. The one who
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knew how to hurt–because he enjoyed it.
Rhys said it again, like he needed us to understand.
“Randall runs the cameras now p>
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