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A boy someone had groomed for great things.
The old man who owns the apothecary!
“So Malcolm Lowell wasn’t stabbed by a child?”
HE STABBED HIMSELF, HE KILLED HIS FAMILY AND HE WAS NIGHTSHADES MENTOR
“I’m ninety-eight percent sure that the old man stabbed himself.”
AHA
pushing down the urge to look over my shoulder, like the old man might be there, watching me the way he had when I was a child.
What if the secret entrance to the Pythia is in that house?
“You sent him to live with a man who knew—intimately knew—the thin line between medicine and poison.”
HAHA I WAS STILL RIGHT ABOUT THE APOTHECARY DUDE!! But what if Malcolm Lowell still became a master? What if he chose Five? Fives thing was the knife and so it seems was Malcolms
Beau Donovan had been raised by the Masters. Like Laurel, his mother was the Pythia.
Was she the woman Lorelai killed and replaced?
He’d asked if she’d told me. Not Dean, not Lia, not Michael, not Sloane. Me. My throat tightened as I pictured the first two victims in my mind.
Her dad? Someone in her family?
“And Laurel? Mommy isn’t coming back.”
Well crap
Nonna had raised seven children. She had nearly two dozen grandchildren.
I knew it would be her family
“Mind if I take a closer look?”
Shes going to notice something
I opened my eyes, and the room swam around me. I thought, at first,
Has she been drugged?
“But all must be tested,” she whispered. “All must be found worthy.”
Oh nononono WHERE IS STERLING
“I was retired.”
I loved her stoppppp
“TA Geoff?”
No way
There are seven Masters. And one of them is the director of the FBI.
Ive always hated him but UGHHH
“It’s not that I want to kill her,” you murmur as Lorelai fights weakly for control. “But if it’s her or us…”
WHAT THE HECK!?
I pulled the knife out of her chest, and her body fell to the ground as FBI agents poured into the room. I love you. I love you. I love you. Gone.
NOOOOOOOO
You just finally accepted that sometimes, the biggest sacrifice isn’t made by the person who gives up her life.” He lowered his forehead to touch mine. “Sometimes, the hardest thing to be is the one who lives.”
“I love you.” Dean lifted the words from my mind. “Today, tomorrow, covered in blood, haunted and waking up in the middle of the night screaming—I love you, Cassie, and I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
“It was the picture,” Agent Sterling put in. “Of your mother and Laurel.”
I knew it!
Judd smiled slightly. “Your grandmother,” he said. “She’s single?”
WHAT!? Judd arent you still pretty young??
“Director.” I greeted him with his new title. “You’re sure,” FBI Director Briggs said, “that this is what you want?”
HAHA YES
“What about Agent Sterling?” I asked. Briggs smiled ruefully. “I proposed. She keeps turning me down—something about the two of us having been down that road before.” The look on his face reminded me that Briggs had a competitive streak. He wouldn’t let his ex go without a fight.
