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He nodded.

“We all love Avalon, but you need to be here with your family. She’ll get over it. She’ll do her Oracle shit and pull a miracle out of the mire. She always does.”

He hoped so.

Lucian had made a promise, and he wanted to keep it. Granted, he’d made another promise to his wife and had broken it, so his fate was yet to be seen.

Someone could be the killing blow to his heart, and he knew it. His wife had been watching him carefully, and he knew the fire was coming.

For him.

Yeah, he was screwed.

And he knew it.

“Bish,” he began, only to be cut off.

“Let’s go home and get Maura and Jagger settled,” Bishop said, heading out, leaving Ridge and Lucian to follow behind them.

Yep.

This was bad.

Lucian knew he was boned good.

There was no doubt in his mind that his wife knew that he and Ridge had committed the one sin they’d asked him not to do.

He could feel it in his slightly bruised balls.

As they headed outside, he locked the doors and got into the car his wife was driving. Maura and Jagger got into a blacked-out Hummer and followed.

Shit was coming.

And not all of it was due to this mess.

Some was his own creation.

In the goddamn static.

* * * L I T T L E M O O N * * *

Not Far Away

On The Hunt

Yes, he was watching her, and he knew she would be perfect for his next victim.

Honestly, she fit his criteria almost perfectly, and that meant he’d make sure she died.

It had taken careful preparation to find the next victim. It wasn’t like he just randomly chose one willy-nilly.

No.

This took precision.

First, he had to find them, and then, he had to make sure they were weak. He’d observe, watch, and listen to what the static told him about them.

And this one had a lot of whispers.


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