Chapter 9 The Glass Trap

• The bouquet of lilies sat in a vase near the window, their unspoiled petals glowing softly under the pale moonlight. Kelly hadn’t touched them since Rowel left the room. She just couldn’t because they felt more like a warning than a gift.
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• ‎She sat at her desk, her eyes stuck on the floorboard where the flash drive was hidden. Her hands itched to pull it out, to see the truth Vincent claimed it held, but fear kept her frozen; she felt it was a dangerous mood, and if Rowel had known about Vincent, how much else did he know?