CHAPTER 56
Author: R. AUSTINNITE
last update2024-10-19 12:16:26

Harold rose to his feet, stepping closer to Tedmond and Kyle, a maniacal look in his eyes. “You should know your place, bastard. Max is only here to finalize the marriage between him and Melody. It would help if you stayed out of it. Go home now!”

The words hit Melody like a ton of bricks. “How dare you treat me like a thing you can just marry off to your useless son, Max?” she bellowed. “Get out of my house before I call the cops!”

“We would’ve gotten what we wanted before the cops arrived,” M
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    Persis didn’t wait for a second invitation. She stepped into the changing room, the door clicking shut behind her.She stripped off the robe, her skin still prickling from the morning chill, and pulled on the high-compression tactical leggings and charcoal-gray racerback tank Tedmond had prepared. She tied her hair into a knot so tight it pulled at her scalp, then faced the mirror. The bruising on her wrists from the zip ties had faded into an ugly blend of yellow and purple, a map of her own helplessness.She traced the marks with her thumb, her expression hardening."Never again," she promised her reflection.She stepped back onto the mat, her bare feet silent on the high-density foam. Tedmond stood by the equipment rack, arms crossed, watching her with an unreadable expression. The trainer was already waiting, holding a pair of strike pads, but it was the third person in the room that made Persis stop dead.Leaning against a squat rack in the far corner, wearing a tactical hood

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    Thomas stood there, his face a mask of calm professionalism, though his eyes carried a quiet gravity.“Pardon the interruption, sir, ma’am,” he said, bowing slightly. “But the delivery has arrived. The instructors from the Mediterranean detail are in the foyer. They are… eager to begin the assessment.”The room fell silent.The digital war with Jaxson was momentarily eclipsed by the physical reality of what was coming next.Tedmond looked at Persis, his gaze lingering on her face.“The trainers are here. Are you sure you’re ready for this? There is no halfway with these people.”Persis took a deep breath, her eyes flashing with a cold intensity. “Open the back door for Jaxson, Albert. And Thomas… tell the trainers I’ll be down in five minutes. I’m tired of being the subject. It’s time I became a hunter.”“Wait, wait!” Albert yelped, his fingers hovering over the keyboard like the console might bite him. “If I’m letting a Fed into the Sanctum Sanctorum, I need to speak to him first.”

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    “If I try to force my way in to help you, Albert will spot me in three seconds, think I’m the Architect, and fry my motherboard from three states away. I can’t watch over you if he blocks me before I even see the staff roster.”Persis froze for a heartbeat, then a slow, melodic chuckle escaped her throat.The chuckle turned into a genuine, bright laugh, the first one since the world had gone dark in the boutique.“Wait,” she gasped, her eyes dancing with dark amusement. “Are you telling me… that Jaxson Wyatt, the man who once hacked my high school’s grading system just to give me a ‘C’ in Home Economics, is scared of my husband’s IT guy?”“I am not scared!” Jaxson barked, though the defensiveness in his voice gave him away. “I am being strategically cautious. The man is a digital pit bull.”“I’m an analyst, P. I deal with high-level counterintelligence and state secrets. I don’t spend my life building Fortress Washington out of pure paranoia and Red Bull.”“Oh, Jax,” Persis teased, he

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    The first light of dawn was a pale, bruised grey as it filtered through the heavy curtains of the master suite. Tedmond’s eyes snapped open at exactly 05:00. There was no grogginess, no slow return to consciousness, just the immediate, cold transition from sleep to alertness.He lay still for a moment, the weight of the previous day settling onto his shoulders like lead. Then, he felt the steady, warm rhythm of breathing against his arm. He turned his head slowly.Persis was there. Sometime in the middle of the night, she had migrated from the floor to the bed, or perhaps he had moved her in a state of half-sleep he couldn't quite remember. She was curled on her side, her hair a wild halo against the white silk pillowcase. Her face, usually so sharp with legal precision, was softened by exhaustion.Tedmond watched her for a long minute. He reached out, his hand hovering over her shoulder, hesitant to break the only peace she’d had in twenty-four hours. Finally, he leaned over a

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