The others won't be here until evening, when they leave work—unless there's actual danger. "But are you sure what you saw is real?" Blaine asked, trying to process everything.
"Of course. The banshee showed them to me. But if you don't believe me, call that old man right now," Lillian commanded.
"I can't. Herakim won't pick up. Maybe he's lost his phone again for the seventy‑seventh time, and he may not be home," Blaine answered nervously.
"Well, then who can we call?" Lillian asked.
"We can go to Herakim Healer. He works—" Blaine started, but Lillian cut him off.
"Wait, what? You said Herakim will not be home, so why would we go somewhere to find someone who's not going to be there?" Lillian looked confused.
"No. Herakim is different from Herakim Healer. Herakim is a giant wise man…" Blaine explained.
"He looks like a normal old man to me," Lillian interrupted.
"He was a giant wise man who divided himself into two to serve different functions at the same time."
"That's possible? The supernatural world is really crazy," Lillian said, amazed.
"That's not the point. I think we should go to them now," Blaine suggested.
"Them? Who?"
Blaine exhaled. "If you would let me finish my words, you would have heard me say that he works at a hospital with Bryan." He took his car keys.
"Why are you taking your car keys? We're taking my car."
"No, we're not. Mine is faster and probably safer," Blaine argued and walked toward the door.
"I don't believe you. My car is obviously better than yours. I drive a Mercedes‑Benz S‑Class, and you drive a BMW 7 Series. By the way, where did you get the money to buy a BMW 7?" Lillian asked with a straight face.
"Number one, I'm not poor. Number two, I really wish I had time for this argument, but I don't. So let's go." Blaine opened the door and walked toward his car. He waited, but Lillian didn't come.
He came back inside and saw Lillian just sitting there with her arms folded, staring at empty space.
"Lillian!" She looked at him. "Why are you so stubborn?" he asked with a frustrated look.
"Runs in my blood," Lillian replied sharply without moving an inch.
Blaine started walking toward her in quick strides. "You're the one who told me to meet with the others, and now you're being stubborn because you want your car?" He reached her and carried her in his arms.
"Put me down!" Lillian protested loudly, but Blaine didn't listen. He locked the door, walked toward the cars, and dropped her inside his car on the back seat.
He went to open the gate. As soon as he opened it, Lillian—who had sneaked into her own car—reversed out of the castle grounds with a smile that showed she enjoyed the win. Blaine blinked in disbelief and sighed.
He closed the gate and entered Lillian's car, sitting in the passenger seat.
"Guess where you are now?" Lillian asked with a grin as she drove.
"In your car?" Blaine asked with a squeezed face.
"Exactly!" She exclaimed and laughed victoriously.
"I always knew you were crazy." Blaine nodded and accepted his fate as he leaned back into the seat.
"Yes, it runs in the blood," she said, now focused on the road out of the forest.
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Back in Hazel's office.
"Why am I here?" James asked with a questioning look.
"I just want you to do me a tiny favor. Tell the whole of New York a beautiful, believable story tomorrow," Hazel said in a scheming tone.
"What kind of story?"
"A story that will destroy Lillian Silver's life within days."
James paused and looked Hazel straight in the eye. "You're telling me to destroy my daughter's life?" He paused again. "I hope you didn't think I'd do this for free."
"Of course not!" She signaled to Paul.
Paul went to the corner of the room, picked up a large black bag, and placed it on the table in front of James.
James looked at both of them, then quickly opened the bag. His eyes widened. "That's one million dollars," Hazel said.
Someone gasped from outside the door. Hazel signaled to Paul, who went to retrieve the person.
"Get the job done by tomorrow, and you'll get another million dollars. You can go now." Hazel stood up and walked over to her desk.
James smiled and left the office.
Paul returned with a young woman, trembling. "You know I don't like being eavesdropped on. How could my own secretary do this to me?" Hazel looked almost heartbroken, then smirked.
She extended her fangs and sank them into the woman's neck.
Hazel dropped the dead woman and groaned excitedly, licking her lips.
Take care of the woman,she said and Mr Paul nodded.
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At the hospital, Lillian and Blaine got out of the car and entered the building.
As they passed through the wards, patients, doctors, and nurses whispered among themselves—they had just seen a celebrity in front of their faces.
"Where exactly is he? Because I'm starting to lose my patience," Lillian whispered to Blaine, grinding her teeth.
"I don't know. I'm looking for him too," Blaine whispered back, walking fast.
"Oh, there he is." Blaine sighed in relief. "This is Herakim Healer."
"He looks younger than Herakim. I thought he divided himself," Lillian said.
"Well, if you really believe anything can happen in the supernatural world, then you should know he has the capability to change faces." Blaine stared at her as he said it.
"Okay, you must be Lillian Silver, our Savior." Herakim Healer extended his hand.
"And you must be Herakim Healer, who can change faces." Lillian shook his hand and then pulled back.
"What are you guys doing here?" Bryan asked from behind, and they all turned.
"Good thing you're here too. We need you to confirm something. Are you busy now?"
"No, we're totally free… for now. So follow me," Herakim Healer said, and they followed him into an empty surgical room.
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Moments later
"So that's what you saw—a banshee showed you that. I didn't know our Savior could be connected to a creature that knows when death is near. I believe the vision is true, and we should act on it immediately," Herakim Healer said.
Lillian glanced at Blaine with an "I told you so" look.
"So what do we do?" Blaine asked.
A sound of a patient being rushed into the hospital echoed through the corridor.
"They just arrived this morning, so it's not possible that they'd find you today. Tomorrow, meet us at your café with the others, and we'll discuss your matter together," Bryan said, then rushed out.
"Blaine, I know you, and I know what you're going to do. But don't do it. Let us think of a way together, okay?" Herakim Healer advised. Blaine reluctantly nodded. "Good." Herakim Healer left.
Lillian looked at Blaine with a questioning look. "What were you going to do?"
"I was going to find them and fight them with my Betas," Blaine said and walked out. Lillian followed.
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Meanwhile, Blaine's brothers arrived at a gas station. No customers were inside, only an old man behind the counter. They entered the store with grins on their faces.
"What can I get for you?" the man asked, his face showing exhaustion.
Aiden slashed his throat. The man fell.
"That's how I'm going to slash Blaine's throat," Aiden said, smiling.
They had already rented a car. They walked out of the store, climbed in, and drove toward the city—closer to Blaine.