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in Hong Kong?”
    Shadow rubbed his chin. “It was a misunderstanding. We hugged it out.”
    I smirked. “I guess that leaves Beau.”
    “He’s an odd one.”
    “Yeah, but the fact of the matter is, he physically saved my life. Why would he do that if he worked for Calisto?” I asked.
    “To get close to me?”
    “You think he has the capacity to be a spy?” I asked.
    Shadow shrugged. “I don’t think so. He seems simple enough. The other day, I caught him scratching himself with a pair of salad tongs, and then putting them back in the kitchen drawer when he was done. Somehow, I don’t think he’s the brilliant double agent type of guy.”
    “That’s just gross.”
    “Don’t worry I moved the salad tongs into the dishwasher immediately after,” Shadow said.
    “Burn them.”
    “Even better idea.”
    I rose from the lounge chair and rubbed my belly. “I’m starting to get hungry.”
    “Me too.”
    “So I guess that settles it then? The Midnight Society, version two-point-oh, is a band of unruly, unstable head cases that are too fucked up to be in cahoots with your psychopath sister?”
    “I’m half convinced,” Shadow said just as his phone suddenly buzzed, indicating an incoming text message.
    “Come on, let’s go down to the kitchen and get a bite to eat,” I insisted.
    Shadow glanced at the screen and suddenly the demeanor of his face completely changed. It was the same dumbfounded look he had when he realized that the person he’d been hunting for all these years—the person who murdered his parents—was his own sister.
    “Shadow, what’s wrong?” I asked.
    He didn’t reply. He continued to stare at his phone with wide eyes.
    “Shadow? You’re scaring me,” I said. “What is it? You can tell me. I’m your girl, aren’t I?”
    His eyes slowly turned to me, and then he slowly nodded.
    “Yeah,” he said, rather listlessly. “Look, Aria, why don’t you go down to the kitchen and make something for yourself. I’m going to go out for a drive.”
    “Shadow?”
    “I just got some new…intel,” he said. “I just need time to process it. I’ll catch up with you later.”
    He closed his phone and walked past me.
    “Shadow?” I called out to him again. “Promise me that everything’s okay?”
    He turned and looked at me with sad eyes.
    “I’ll see you later…” he said, “…Aria.”
    And then he disappeared into the hallway of his mansion.
    The way he had said my name, it didn’t sound like it came from someone who loved me. It sounded like it came from a stranger, like someone who could care less what happened to me in this world.
    I couldn’t go through this again.              
       
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Chapter Three
    Lincoln
     
     
     
    In every player’s life, there was always that one girl you fucked, that one conquest, which you ended up regretting for the rest of your life. As to why, well, there’s a wide variety of reasons including and not limited to: venereal diseases, unexpected pregnancies, compulsive stalking afterwards, you’re married, they’re married, they’re underage, they used to be a man (be careful of escorts in Thailand), or worse, they’re of your own blood.
    Calisto was my regret. The many reasons included: she’s a whore, a manipulative bitch, a sociopath, a murderer, a sadist, a degenerate, a compulsive liar (but then again so was I), a harpy, a snake, etcetera, etcetera, and etcetera.
    I admit the sex between us was great. Probably the best I ever had but the price I paid for it was far too high.
    And now that psychotic rotten scurvy skank held me as her prisoner.
    The first day after those corrupt cops took me captive in New Orleans, they tossed me in some sort of dank cell. My wrists were bound together with iron shackles, bolted to the ground with chain links.
    Periodically a man in a balaclava would come and beat me senseless just before dropping food and water. I recognized his voice, however. He was the bastard wielding the