Deathly Secrets, Chapter XXIV

In truth, Alina didn't know why she'd agreed to meet the villain. was something she couldn't describe. It was as though she'd felt something - or perhaps Someone - prompting her to say yes. Somehow, she knew that if she met him that night...her life would change forever.

And maybe it had something to do with the look she'd glimpsed in the criminal's eyes. It was as though he had something to tell her that would change her fate. It was one of those moments where you just know you're supposed to do something...

But enough rambling. Alina had better things to do until midnight. She had a pile of clothes on her altering table, practically begging to get finished. With a sigh and a shake of her head, Alina surveyed the work before her. Ever since the ordeal with the Summeridge Square confessions, she'd been getting further and further behind in her work. It was probably a result of stress and anxiety and people stopping to talk, all combined into a mess of nerves.

God, please, show me what I'm supposed to do. I'm working for the criminal - show me how to turn this disaster around!

Four-thirty. Seven and a half more hours until...

Alina shuddered.

The End

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