𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.
✧ ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʟ
✧ ᴍᴀꜱᴋꜱ
✧ ꜱᴜʀɢᴇᴏɴ & ᴍᴍᴀ ꜰɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ
✧ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴅᴀᴅ
✧ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴏxɪᴍɪᴛʏ
✧ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ & ᴅɪᴇ
ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʜᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ.
𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐧. The Warrior.
Thirty-five.
MMA Fighter.
Six-five.
Tattooed.
Dark blond hair with clear, pale-blue eyes.
Two daughters: Maisie and Petra.
Malachi ☠︎ 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲.
𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬.
Thirty-five.
Surgeon.
Tall and elegant.
Auburn hair and brown eyes.
Emmeline ❥ 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫.
The Game is held in the basement of a nightclub—twenty men, five women, and one brutal rule: it doesn't end until every woman has been claimed.
Emmeline ❥ “𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛’𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝. 𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚊𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘’𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚖. 𝙷𝚎’𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗.”
Emmeline didn’t expect her life to collide with this world, but when Malachi spotted her leaving the office of Divide and Devine, he couldn’t look away. What started as curiosity quickly turned into obsession. Now, he’s in The Game, and he has only one goal: claim Emmeline.
Malachi ☠︎ “𝙸 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝙴𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎.”
Once a woman is claimed, the rules change. Each new couple must follow strict guidelines for the next thirty days—bound together, whether they want it or not.
But for Malachi and Emmeline, what starts as a twisted chase might become something far more dangerous: a fixation neither of them expected.
Malachi ☠︎ 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚜, 𝙸’𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝.
𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙴𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑��𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎.
Malachi and Emmeline shouldn’t work because on paper, they’re opposites. She’s polished, composed, and career-driven, with her life mapped out in clean lines and sharp decisions. He’s a brutal fighter with a reputation for violence and no interest in playing by society’s rules. But somehow, they fit.
Malachi ☠︎ “𝙸’𝚖 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙼𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝙼𝙰 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛.”
Emmeline never pictured children in her future, yet the idea of becoming a stepmother lit something in her. Something tender. Something real. She spent years pouring herself into work, chasing success to fill the silence. Still, it wasn’t enough. Malachi gave her what she didn’t know she was missing: chaos, but also purpose. Not the kind found in boardrooms or on paper, but the kind that roots itself deep, that demands everything, and gives back something like belonging in return.
Malachi ☠︎ 𝙴𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝙸’𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝙸’𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎.
Overall, I really enjoyed the novella and the deeper look it gave into this couple that was briefly referenced in Arran’s Obsession. It added layers to the world and characters in a satisfying way. I also loved the connection between Emmeline and her friend—the redhead who was also mentioned in Arran’s Obsession.
Annie ✧ “𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝. 𝙸 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚒𝚏 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎. 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛-𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝙸’𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.”
Annie, the redhead, was claimed by a tall man with brown hair and a neatly kept beard. He had a more polished presence compared to the others, which made him stand out. I really hope we get a novella about them, too. I’m already intrigued by their dynamic!
Emmeline ❥ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜.
𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝-𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎’𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚋.
𝙰 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜. 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒’𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍.
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➤ “ʟᴇᴛ’ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀꜱᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴡɴ.”
➤ ᴛᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʟᴇɢᴀɴᴛ, ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ᴄʟᴜᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴜʙᴜʀɴ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴛɪᴅʏ ʙᴜɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇꜱꜱ ᴜᴘ.
➤ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜʀᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ.
➤ ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ɪ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ?
➤ “ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ ɪ’ʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. ɪ’ʟʟ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙʟᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ.”
➤ ᴇᴍᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴍᴏᴀɴ. ꜱʜᴇ ꜱʜɪꜰᴛᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴇɢꜱ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ ʙᴀꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴅɪᴄᴋ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ʜᴇʀ. “ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ.”
➤ “ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪɴɴᴀᴄʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴅꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴏʙ. ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇɪɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴏᴅ.”
➤ “ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴍᴀɴ.” ɪ ᴘᴜɴᴄᴛᴜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜʀᴜꜱᴛꜱ. “ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.”
➤ “ᴏɴᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢɪʀʟ ꜱᴛᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴇʟ.”
➤ “ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ? ʜᴇ’ꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʙɪʟʟɪᴏɴᴀɪʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴀʏꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡʀᴇꜱᴛʟᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴀʀ, ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. ɪ’ᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ.” ᴀɴɴɪᴇ ɢᴀꜱᴘᴇᴅ. “ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ?” “ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ. ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ, ꜱʜᴇ’ʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴘɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴇᴄꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴄᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ.”