Sir, we are short of three people.

Cyra encountered the same people as Nicole but she broke their mind swiftly, uncovering flashes of white sterile walls and hooked machines.

She couldn’t get more information before the man showed signs of exploding due to the mechanism set in the brain.

Cyra quickly slit his throat; she wasn’t about to spend more money rebuilding the house—no matter how rich she was.

Under the eerie glow of the moons, the stench of blood mingled with the cool breeze as Cyra and Nicole purged the townspeople.

Their numbers reduced significantly when Cyra and Nicole were done. Cyra sent Viktor a message to dispose of the bodies cleanly.

Seeing her work was done, she flashed back to the mansion, she saw a bulge on the bed and knew Zane was back.

She checked the time—4:00 a.m. She’d spent the entire night out and hadn’t spent a second with Zane.

With a regretful sigh, she stripped off her clothes, tossed them into the washing machine, and took a quick bath.