The guy who picked up the phone gave Helma another look: "Just a local lady from Kundin."Owen's face was all business: "Hand her the phone."The man was a bit taken aback but still passed the phone to Helma: "You've got a call!"Helma reached through the safety net to grab the phone and pressed it
Helma snuggled into Cole's arms while Jordan, perched in the passenger seat, was grinning from ear to ear."Miss King, you have no idea. Ever since you vanished, Mr. Guller has not had a single decent meal. He's finally starting to bounce back."Helma's brow creased as she studied Cole. His face, al
He sat there until the pain dialed back a notch, then shuffled back to his bed, propping himself against the wall for support.In the mirror, he had caught a glimpse of himself—a gaunt stranger staring back.Alan was too stubborn to just lie down and die.He looked down at his wrist, skinny as a twi
Alan's room was off-limits, a private sanctuary.As the night deepened, the once swaying figure turned as still and lifeless as a statue, the room's energy fading into shadows.The capital of Kundin, Shrai, was bustling. Despite this, two caravans had swiftly made their way to the outskirts.Helma s
Helma felt like a trapped bunny.One by one, her buttons came undone under his fingers, and she watched the whole thing, biting back her frustration.Who knew Mr. Ice-Cool had such a fiery side?Beneath her denim, Helma wore a simple white tank top.Cole's gaze was intense, his fingers playfully cat
Cole's car screeched to a halt at Kundin Airport, and he bolted inside.The security guards tried to block him, but Jordan was quick to flash his pass, and they backed off.Cole stormed up to the check-in desk: "Which flight's heading to Minador?"The attendant answered promptly: "The HA9081 that ju
Edward swung the car around, not daring to get any closer.Sophia whipped out her phone and filled Andrew in on the dire situation.Andrew's voice was heavy with gravity as it came through the phone: "Ethan's entire past has been dug up, including a full dossier on the LEV International Terrorist Or
Since landing in the Minador, Owen had whisked Helma off to this building.The rooftop was not the agency Owen had talked about but a rehab place he had set up on his own. The pros he brought in were the real deal from top-notch institutions.The morning breeze wafted over, causing Helma to scrunch