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no, dear. No doing that. I made
her rewrite it.”
    “Who was she going to kill off?”
    “Nicolas.”
    “Interesting.”
    “She’s writing a revision now.”
    He studied the paper. Ashleigh's address was the same as the
one he already had. “Is this her recent address?”
    “Yes.” Hannah nodded her head as she regarded him with
confusion. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
    “It’s nothing.” Aiden smiled, but it was a sarcastic one.
    “Okay.” Her grin returned. “Is there anything else I can
help you with?”
    “No.” He walked briskly out of her office.
    “It was nice to meet you, Mr. Bristol!” Hannah stood as she
waved goodbye.

 
    * * * *

 
    Wearing earphones, Ashleigh was typing quickly at her
laptop. She was in the zone, her tongue peeking from her mouth as her fingers
moved at lightning speed. She was leaning close to the screen with wide eyes.
Her ears were filled with the pounding sound of Armageddon's dark lyrics. Caleb
screamed in her ears, his voice perfectly pitched even at this volume.
    Even before she met had Caleb, his music had inspired her
writing. She had once been a crazy fan that had drooled over the handsome
singer. She felt his music set the perfect mood, especially for writing death
scenes.
    The romantic scenes? They were inspired by the picture of
him that was set as a background for her desktop. The shot was cropped below
those perfect indents in his pelvis that rested above the prize. It was
actually not one she had taken, but one she found on the internet. But still—it
was inspirational, though at times, distracting.
    She typed.

 
    …dark and damp. The feeling made her shrivel backward. Her
hand was now covered in cold, wet blood. This was not a normal party, and she
was not a guest but—

 
    Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrate against her leg.
Groaning, she pulled it out. She glanced at the number, but didn’t know it, so
she ignored it. Her eyes narrowed on the screen as she tried to get back into
the story.

 
    … was definitely invited for dinner. They
would find her soon. The wound on her arm dripped, leaving a trail of fresh
blood in her wake. The flesh was torn beyond repair, and the pain was
unbearable, but somehow she was able to press on. Then, she saw her—the lady
of—

 
    Her phone began to vibrate again. Ashleigh stuck out her
tongue at the incoming call. It was the same number as before. Instead of
answering it, she looked it up on web. It was an extension belonging to New
Castle. She exited out of the search window and went back to writing.

 
    … the house. She was beautiful. Her hair shone
under the bad lightening of the dark tunnel under the basement. Veronica
couldn’t help but stare at this gorgeous demon with the face of an angel.
Paralyzed when Lady Sasson walked toward her,
Veronica’s heavy breath was not able to cover up the sound of—

 
    Her phone started ringing again. Growling, Ashleigh ripped
off her headphones and tossed them away. She glanced down at her phone. It was
the same number. Making a scowl, she answered it. “Hello?”
    “Ashleigh. Hello.” Aiden’s voice made her frown deepen.
    “ Oh , so now you’re
getting creative.” She slammed the lid of her laptop and laid against the
headboard. The bottom of the computer was hot, and she could feel it spreading
across the surface of the blanket. “I didn’t think you were that smart.”
    “ Ooo …feisty tonight, are we?”
    “Not in the way your tone is referring.” Despite her
irritation, she had been in a good mood before he had called. She had wanted to
use her high from dinner to whip through another chapter of her Nightwalkers novel. “So, what do you
want?”
    “I was—"
    “Can’t do that.”
    “I—"
    “Or that.”
    “Will you—"
    “No.” She laughed when she heard him let out a very
frustrated grunt. Playfulness crept into her voice. “Jeez, Aiden. Lighten up.”
    “Someone’s riding the wave I see.” He let out an annoyed
sigh.