All Chapters of Bloodline Unknown: Chapter 201
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Two hundred
The hallway didn’t feel the same anymore.Eli couldn’t have explained exactly what had changed—but something had.Maybe it was the weight of the numbers sitting in the back of his mind. Maybe it was the way everything that had once felt structured now seemed… slightly off balance.Or maybe—It was the fact that for the first time in a long time, he didn’t have a clear move.His pace didn’t slow, but his thoughts did. Not in hesitation—just in precision. Every step forward felt calculated, even if the outcome wasn’t.By the time he stepped outside the hospital, the air hit differently. Cooler. Sharper.Real.His phone buzzed again.This time, he didn’t hesitate to pull it out.Karim.Eli answered immediately.“Talk.”Karim didn’t waste time. “It’s worse than it looked.”Eli’s gaze lifted slightly, scanning the quiet stretch of the hospital driveway, though he wasn’t really seeing it.“How bad?”There was a brief pause on the other end.Then—“Seventeen percent drop in the first hour af
Two hundred and one
Eli didn’t move for a while after making that decision.Not because he was unsure—But because he needed to go through all his options and decide which was best before choosing the best way to move.The room remained quiet, Casablanca stretching endlessly beyond the glass, but his focus had already narrowed into something smaller. Sharper.Lord Argent.Not a ghost anymore.Not just a name in a message.A voice waiting on the other end of a line.Eli picked up his phone again.This time, he didn’t hesitate.He called Carlos.The line rang once.Twice.Then—“Sir.”Eli didn’t waste time. “I need everything you can get on Lord Argent.”Carlos didn’t question it. “Yes, sir.”“The number,” Eli added. “And the origin of that mail. Location, routing—anything.”There was a brief pause, the sound of typing already faintly audible on the other end.“I’ll get on it immediately.”Eli’s gaze drifted slightly, unfocused, but his tone remained even.“And Carlos—”“Yes, sir?”“If it’s clean…”He didn
Two hundred and two
Eli didn’t stay by the window for long after that.“Home…”The word still sat somewhere in his chest, not quite settling, not quite leaving either.For a moment, it almost felt unfamiliar.Not because he didn’t understand it—But because of what it now meant.Not a place. Not safety.Something else entirely.Something that had been waiting for him long before he even knew it existed.He picked up his phone again.This time, there was no pause.No second-guessing.He called Carlos.The line connected almost immediately.“Sir.”Eli didn’t ease into it.“I’m going to accept it.”There was a brief silence on the other end.It wasn't confusion. Nor was it shock.Just… processing.“The Circle?” Carlos asked quietly.“Yes.”Another pause.Longer this time.Then— “What’s your plan?”Eli’s gaze shifted slightly, unfocused again, but his voice remained steady.“I’m going in.”Carlos exhaled softly. “That part was obvious.”Eli almost smirked.Almost.“I’ll play along,” he continued. “Long enoug
Two hundred and three
Two days later—Eli stood in front of the building Clara had directed him to, his mind running a marathon, completely different from his still form.He was hesitating despite how.much he was trying to convince himself he wasn't.He was hesitating because stillness, in moments like this, mattered.The building in front of him didn’t look like anything special.No guards at the entrance.No visible surveillance.No signs.Just another structure sitting quietly in the city, blending into everything around it like it had nothing to hide.Which—Ironically—Told him everything he needed to know.Clara’s voice echoed faintly in his mind.Not the exact words.Just the rhythm of them.Careful. Precise. Deliberate.Enough to guide—But not enough to expose her if anything went wrong.Eli adjusted his sleeve slightly.A subtle, controlled movement.Everything about him had been calculated down to the smallest detail.The suit.The watch.The way he stood.Even the way he breathed.Nothing about
Two hundred and four
The meeting didn’t end abruptly.Eli wasn't expecting it to.Not with everything that was being said, analyzed, questioned, repeated and rephrased constantly.Definitely not something as the news of replacing world power.It slowed.Gradually.Like a machine powering down after running at full capacity.Voices that had once carried weight and certainty became quieter, more measured. Conversations that had been sharp and direct softened into brief exchanges, unfinished sentences, silent acknowledgments.No one announced the end.No one needed to.It just… happened.Chairs shifted.It wasn’t loud. Nor was it careless.Just enough to signal movement… Like they were still trying to maintain the stillness before the beginning of the meeting.One by one—They stood.Masks remained in place.Voices faded. Presence dissolved.And just like that—The Twelve began to leave.Eli didn’t move.He stayed exactly where he was.Still. Quiet.Watching without watching.Listening without listening.Bec
Two hundred and five
Eli didn’t move for a while after Victor disappeared.Not because he was trying to follow him again—But because there was nothing left to follow.The silence stayed.Still. Controlled. Almost deliberate.Like the building itself was watching him now.He exhaled slowly. Then turned.That was when he saw it.Not far from where Victor had been standing—A small device.And a folded piece of paper beside it.Eli’s gaze narrowed slightly.He didn’t walk toward it immediately.Didn’t reach for it.He just stood there for a second, studying it.Because nothing about Victor—Was ever accidental.Then—He moved. A slow, careful, measured step, counting the number of steps it was going to take to get to the paper and device.He bent slightly, picking up the paper first.Unfolding it.His eyes scanned the words.I am going to make it easier for you to track me…Aren’t you curious?Since we would be seeing ourselves more these days.Eli scoffed quietly.Soft. Almost amused.“Of course you would,
Two hundred and six
Eli knew one thing was certain – he wasn't going to open the chip.Not that night. Definitely not the next morning either.He knew exactly where he had kept it. Reminding himself constantly of the location so as not to misplace it by mistake.It sat in the left inner pocket of his jacket at first, then later he had moved it. Deliberately. Into the drawer beside his bed. Deciding his pocket wasn't really a safe place for the chip. He hadn't locked it though. It kept it in a way that suggested he was trying to hide it.It was just… placed.Like it didn’t matter. Like it wasn’t sitting there quietly, waiting.Because if Victor expected urgency—Eli wasn’t going to give it to him.If it was a test, then it went both ways.And if it wasn’t— Then waiting would still tell him something.Victor wasn’t patient when it came to outcomes. Calculated, yes. But not passive.So Eli stretched the silence.Just to see if it would stretch back.His mornings settled into something that looked like routi
Two hundred and Seven
“Look who finally remembered he had a wife, and found her worthy to grace her with his presence.”Elara said from the doorway, her body framed perfectly within the narrow opening, one hand resting against the door as if she had been standing there longer than she should have.Eli exhaled.It didn’t come out sharp. Nor defensive.Just… tired.“I know,” he said quietly, his voice carrying none of its usual edge. “I’m wrong. I should have checked in. I should have been here.” He ran a hand lightly through his hair, eyes dropping for a second before finding her again. “Things just… moved too fast.”Elara scoffed.A small sound, but it carried weight.“It’s been weeks, Eli,” she said, her voice tightening despite how controlled she tried to keep it. “Weeks. If not a month.” Her gaze moved over him, slow, deliberate—taking him in like she was trying to confirm he was real.Then her eyes dropped. To the package in his hand.Her expression shifted. The softness cracked.“Seriously?” she said,
Two hundred and eight
Eli didn’t loosen his hold on her immediately.Didn’t rush to pull away like he usually would after saying something that felt too close to the truth. Didn't try to fill the silence that between them. This time— He simply kissed the top of her head drawing tiny circles on her back as he held her..Elara didn't try to pull away. Instead she leaned closer into him. Her fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his shirt, like she needed something to anchor herself to, something that proved he wasn’t about to disappear the second things got quiet again.Neither of them spoke. But it wasn’t avoidance.It was… adjustment. Like they were both relearning something they hadn’t realized they’d lost.After a while, Elara shifted slightly, her forehead resting against his chest.“You smell different,” she murmured.Eli let out a quiet breath that almost sounded like a laugh.“That’s a new one.”“I’m serious,” she said, pulling back just enough to look at him. “You used to smell like…” she pau
Two hundred and nine
Eli didn’t remember the last time he woke up feeling like this.There was no sharp pull in his chest.No immediate weight pressing against his ribs.No urgency clawing its way into his thoughts the second his eyes opened.Just… quiet.Real quiet.The kind that didn’t feel like it was holding it's breath, waiting for the most unexpected moment to break.This one felt…. earned.His arm was still wrapped around Elara, her body tucked into his side like she had never left that space. Like she belonged there.Like she always had.For a few seconds, he didn’t move.Didn’t think, just stayed, staring the beautiful pattern of the ceiling.Then—It came.It didn't land loudly. Nor in an aggressive form.It came in a slow drift of awareness slipping back in.Victor. The chip.Eli’s gaze shifted slightly, unfocused as the memory surfaced. The weight of it. The unknown of it. The fact that it was sitting somewhere in his world now—waiting.Then—The Meridian Circle. Constant. Unresolved.Still ahe