'See you in hell, Reign'

Harry calculated what she just said. Yes, he was persuaded but, he should still be careful. Manipulation was hard to avoid and distinguish, especially when it was done flawlessly and perfectly.

This time. He won't be controlled anymore. He should trust no one but his own capabilities and beliefs. Tristan was considered. Wait. Should he trust him, too?

Harry leaned his back to his swivel chair and coldly stared at the wall. "I don't want to talk over the phone. Let's meet tomorrow. At noon, the same place. I'll wait there."

Afterward, Harry dropped the call and then he immediately rummaged through his records and files of Summer. The only thing he could do was to review everything from the very beginning up to now. He shouldn't overlook even a tiny detail.

The enemy was one hell of good at making things complicated and jumbled the puzzle's pieces.

Now, meeting Amber was his fresh start and this time, he will be certain and wouldn't take another misleading detour.

The next day,