Amanda didn't stop walking around right away. "Maybe I'm just being paranoid.” Amanda muttered, shaking her head. It couldn't have been. She adjusted her bag higher onto her shoulder and casually checked the glass reflection of a nearby boutique window. There. The guy was still behind her, following her. "Not today." She sighed, speeding up. She cut across a row of shops, past the escalators, then down the ramp that led to the parking lot. Her legs were starting to ache but she wasn't going to stop. Right in front of the road, something fell from the top of the lot! A heavy trash bin that landed with a metallic crash, blocking the exit. Amanda took a few steps back, gasping, her heart racing. "What the hell?" She gasped, holding her chest and looking around in fear. "Is someone trying to kill me now?" She ran to the side of the road, her heart racing, hands shaking. But before she could take a proper breath, she saw him again. The hooded figure. The person was now st

Amanda sat down with a half-empty bottle of wine in her hand and kept her eyes on the ceiling fan above her. It spun slowly, creaking every few seconds like it was bored too. She was in Luther’s house, but he wasn’t home. She hadn't spoken to anyone all day, and she hadn’t eaten either. She didn’t feel very hungry. She could still remember what Viktor had told her, and it was all she could think about. Would it do her good to agree to ally with him? She blinked hard, shaking her head. Was she really considering this? Killing Kia? She was after Devin, but then again, Kia could count as a part of him. Her hand trembled slightly as she raised the bottle to her lips again. “Devin’s child.” She muttered. “Of course. It’s always fucking Devin.” She should have been the one carrying his baby. If only he was patient! But no! He had to go and be with someone else. The door opened, but she didn’t bother to look. Luther walked in, holding a bag in one hand and his keys in the other. He

Devin was sitting in a boardroom of thirty people, but it might as well have been just him. The way they looked at him said everything. They felt respect, fear, envy just by looking at him. Some of them pretended to be calm, and others just sweated through their suits like pigs in a cage. The air conditioning didn’t help them much. Devin leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled together while his lawyer finished reading the last clause of the contract. "...and that would finalise the share transfer to Mr Stone.” The lawyer said, looking at Devin. “What do you think sir?” “What I think is that it’s unfair that he gets such a large percentage, and we get much less.” Avery Stein said, looking directly at Devin. She was a powerful woman, not as powerful as he was, but she had influence, and she wasn’t afraid to speak. Devin let the head of Forstman speak instead. “That’s because you are to earn your rankings. His share values are so much bigger because his name alone p

Amanda sat down on the bed, taking her drink slowly as the warlord, Jareth Alatar, walked out of the bathroom shirtless with a towel hanging low on his hips. His necklace gleamed as he walked out and it was quite obvious that it was not made for decoration. Amanda tried not to stare at it too long. “You’re nervous.” Jareth said casually, walking over to the side of the bed where he placed a tiny black case. He opened it, revealing small silver instruments, scalpels, stones, all things that Amanda didn’t even want to try bothering to name. “Should I be?” She asked, flashing him a smile. “That depends. Do you like pain, dear?” “Only the good kind.” She replied. Jareth grinned, walking back to her and sitting down beside her with the slow confidence of a man who had never rushed for anything in his life. Amanda tried to hide her discomfort, seeing that something about him just didn’t sit right. He looked like he could kill someone with his eyes, but she had come too far to

Devin brought the necklace out of his coat and then he held it tightly as he entered into the broker's home. The place smelled like burnt sage, with candles here and there, and weird looking shadows on the walls. The broker looked up from a book he was reading. He was dressed in a dark green robe with red stitching and his eyes that looked like they'd seen centuries of pain and pleasure. Without a word, Devin dropped the necklace on the table in front of him. The broker stared at it, then slowly looked up in disbelief. "Wow." He said. "You really got it." Devin didn't bother with a reply. The broker picked up the necklace gently, holding it up and beaming. "This is just a miracle. How... you killed for this, didn't you?" "I earned it." Devin said. "But would it have mattered if I did?" "No, if would be the same thing." The broker smiled. "Either way, you paid the price and got me what I needed." "I held up my end." Devin said, moving closer to him. "Now it's