*****
Clara smirked as she tossed her phone onto the couch.
The thrill of power , of control buzzed in her veins.
“So, the little dove didn’t fly away after all,” she murmured, pouring herself a glass of wine.
“Perfect.”
She picked up her phone again and typed a new message on an anonymous number.
Leave before I make you regret staying.
She hit send.
Then she dialed another number one she hadn’t used in years.
The line rang twice before a voice answered.
“Clara Bennet,” Dr. Owen said smoothly, amusement dripping from his tone. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“I need your help,” she said simply, settling into her chair. “It’s time we remind Emery Lincoln what happens when she crosses us.”
*******
Gabriel was sitting in his office, scrolling through his phone when somethin
