Semua Bab Giving You the Love of a Lifetime: Bab 31 - Bab 40

It’s cold, freezing . . .I’m in a long corridor made of Italian marble. The floor is ice cold. It burns. I look down. My feet are bare. I try to cry out . . . I can’t breathe. I reach up to my neck. Wet . . . ? I look at my hands.Blood . . . No . . .I look down. Blood stains on my gown? It’s white. “M-M-M-Mira . . .” I hear a voice echo behind me. I’m frightened. I run . . .Faster and faster and faster and, but I’m going nowhere. I can’t get away.I can’t breathe . . .The voice is closer. I feel a hand on my shoulder. It snatches me hard.I fly back, down the corridor . . .Someone’s there. I can’t see his face. It’s a man . . . !My body crashes into the wall behind me, with a hard thud. I hear something shatter like glass . . . bones. I cough up blood. It sails from my mouth into the air. The man leans down to me. I see something. It’s around his neck. . . . It’s a . . .Beep . . . Beep . . .

It’s cold, freezing . . .I’m in a long corridor made of Italian marble. The floor is ice cold. It burns. I look down. My feet are bare. I try to cry out . . . I can’t breathe. I reach up to my neck. Wet . . . ? I look at my hands.Blood . . . No . . .I look down. Blood stains on my gown? It’s white. “M-M-M-Mira . . .” I hear a voice echo behind me. I’m frightened. I run . . .Faster and faster and faster and, but I’m going nowhere. I can’t get away.I can’t breathe . . .The voice is closer. I feel a hand on my shoulder. It snatches me hard.I fly back, down the corridor . . .Someone’s there. I can’t see his face. It’s a man . . . !My body crashes into the wall behind me, with a hard thud. I hear something shatter like glass . . . bones. I cough up blood. It sails from my mouth into the air. The man leans down to me. I see something. It’s around his neck. . . . It’s a . . .Beep . . . Beep . . .

It’s cold, freezing . . .I’m in a long corridor made of Italian marble. The floor is ice cold. It burns. I look down. My feet are bare. I try to cry out . . . I can’t breathe. I reach up to my neck. Wet . . . ? I look at my hands.Blood . . . No . . .I look down. Blood stains on my gown? It’s white. “M-M-M-Mira . . .” I hear a voice echo behind me. I’m frightened. I run . . .Faster and faster and faster and, but I’m going nowhere. I can’t get away.I can’t breathe . . .The voice is closer. I feel a hand on my shoulder. It snatches me hard.I fly back, down the corridor . . .Someone’s there. I can’t see his face. It’s a man . . . !My body crashes into the wall behind me, with a hard thud. I hear something shatter like glass . . . bones. I cough up blood. It sails from my mouth into the air. The man leans down to me. I see something. It’s around his neck. . . . It’s a . . .Beep . . . Beep . . .

Is it any wonder that at the heart of a family dispute as old as the hills consisting of my son and eldership, success would depend upon my being able to juggle the ruse of a love affair and the fate of the future of our kind? Yet I was in the thick of it, and with no one to address my worries to except Aaron, who could no more pick and choose as I could. With Mira Jones getting close to answers, I needed to keep her guessing until the queries of her investigation abated. Carlo arrived from Germany a day after Mira. He gave me a brief report on her short visit. Mira was unharmed the entire duration, and heavily guarded by a military escort. Carlo remained incognito keeping his involvement discreet. The clan members in Luxemburg, still loyal to me, aided Carlo, otherwise known as Saul at the time, as best they could. Spiked blond hair, arched brows, and a trimmed goatee, a subtle appearance change, only hid him visually. As for his rebelliousness, it was a work in progress, bu

Is it any wonder that at the heart of a family dispute as old as the hills consisting of my son and eldership, success would depend upon my being able to juggle the ruse of a love affair and the fate of the future of our kind? Yet I was in the thick of it, and with no one to address my worries to except Aaron, who could no more pick and choose as I could. With Mira Jones getting close to answers, I needed to keep her guessing until the queries of her investigation abated. Carlo arrived from Germany a day after Mira. He gave me a brief report on her short visit. Mira was unharmed the entire duration, and heavily guarded by a military escort. Carlo remained incognito keeping his involvement discreet. The clan members in Luxemburg, still loyal to me, aided Carlo, otherwise known as Saul at the time, as best they could. Spiked blond hair, arched brows, and a trimmed goatee, a subtle appearance change, only hid him visually. As for his rebelliousness, it was a work in progress, bu