Chapter 99
Miles and Anthony settled into their seats, exhausted but ready for the journey back to Silverstone Pack. The hum of the engines was a steady comfort, and the soft glow of overhead lights cast gentle shadows across their faces. Anthony glanced out the window, his mind racing with thoughts about the future and the plans he should have discussed with his mate. He knew she was overwhelmed—responsibilities and worries burdened her daily—and he told himself that now was not the right time to involve her. He would handle this alone, at least for now. The flight attendant moved gracefully through the aisle, a practiced smile on her lips as she approached the small bar area. There, with a discreet glance over her shoulder, she slipped something into the drinks meant for the two men. Whatever she added was perfectly colorless and odorless, blending seamlessly with the liquid. Moments later, she handed the drinks to Miles and Anthony with a polite nod.
Oblivious to what had just happened, Miles and Anthony chatted quietly, lifting their glasses and sipping their drinks. The taste was unchanged, and there was no hint of anything amiss. As the plane continued its steady course toward Silverstone Pack, neither man suspected that their drinks had been tampered with. The atmosphere remained relaxed, but beneath the surface, an unseen threat now lingered, waiting to reveal its effects.
The plane was not heading back to Silverstone private airport, but a different location. Then Miles standing up, he starts to feel sleeping and Anthony felt the same thing until the woman came and standing there smiling at them. As their world went black so the lady went to the pilot.
Both men are out cold, slumped over in their seats, completely at the mercy of the mysterious flight attendant. She checked their pulses to confirm their unconscious state, her expression shifting from polite professionalism to cold efficiency. Satisfied, she turned on her heel and made her way swiftly toward the cockpit, ready to deliver her message to the pilot and set the next phase of the unknown plan into motion.
Kathy P.O.V
Robert walked to the front door of the royal prison the guards standing at the door, the guard push the button to let them in as they walking toward the front door to sign in, even putting everything in the basket for their safely and everyone around them. The guard used the key to open the gate the side male inmates are at, Kathy using her power to see who tailor in the palace. Robert give Kathy the tablet to see who was on the shift when Samuel escape just kept walking until red check next to the name Peter Hart.
“Who is Peter Hart?” asked Kathy
Robert leaned in, scanning the tablet screen over Kathy’s shoulder. “He shouldn’t work that day, but he is working today,” he murmured, his brow furrowing with suspicion. Kathy exchanged a tense glance with Robert, both realizing this inconsistency could be a vital clue in their search for answers.
Curious and unsettled, Kathy turned her attention to the security footage from the female inmate wing. She fast-forwarded through the recording until the screen revealed Peter Hart standing at the dividing barrier, speaking quietly with Sara Hart. Their exchange was brief but deliberate—Kathy watched as Pete subtly slipped a folded piece of paper into Sara’s hand. The camera caught Sara glancing around nervously before tucking the note away, her expression tense and wary.
As she went into list of the name and her name is on the list with a red check and look into her background Sara is a witch and she is working at East alley Medical Hospital. Why did she come to this prison? Then Kathy stops and looks at Vanessa and Sarah.
“Lady Vanessa and Sarah won’t you two talk to Sara as I talk to Pete. Robert will take you there and this guard will take me to the interrogation room,” said Kathy
“Are you sure?” said Vanessa
“Yes, I want to pick his brain,”
With everything settled, the guard gave Kathy a curt nod and gestured for her to follow. Together, they made their way down the stark, echoing corridor toward the interrogation room. Meanwhile, Robert quietly led Sarah and Vanessa in the opposite direction, guiding them toward a separate room where Sara awaited questioning. The heavy doors closed behind both groups, marking the start of their parallel interrogations and promising new revelations just ahead.
The guard opened the door for Kathy, who stepped into the stark interrogation room and took a seat at the metal table. Her gaze was unwavering, betraying a steely determination—today, she wanted nothing but the truth. As the echoes of her footsteps faded, she folded her hands together and fixed her eyes on the door, waiting for Pete to be escorted in by another guard. The air was thick with anticipation, Kathy mentally preparing herself for the confrontation to come. The guard opens the door and pushes Pete inside as he falls on the floor, he look up to see Kathy look at him. She kicks the chair from the table.
“Sit in the chair,”
Pete crawl toward the chair and sit his butt in it, therefore Kathy turns the tablet around and show him the video of him talking to Samuel.
Kathy’s voice was sharp, cutting through the charged silence. “Before you sit there and lie to my face, and say you didn’t help Samuel escape, you’re going to tell me exactly what you two talked about. And don’t pretend you forgot—your wife Sara is in trouble too, after she slipped you that piece of paper. So, Pete, start talking. What was written on that note, and why did you give it to Samuel?”
Kathy stares at Pete, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, waiting for his reaction. Pete’s eyes flicker uncertainly between the incriminating footage on the tablet and Kathy’s unyielding expression. Without a word, Kathy swipes to a second video—this one capturing the moment Sara tucks the note away and sends a subtle nod toward Pete. The realization hits him hard; his face pales as he understands the depth of his predicament. He’s not only implicated himself, but Sara as well. The gravity of their actions—and the consequences they now face—hangs heavy in the air, each second stretching the tension further.
"As I was working my shift, Samuel beckoned me over, whispering about a rumor of a baby girl left behind by her parents."
He wants to confirm he is his grandchild, somehow aware that Sara comes here to chat with me at lunchtime. He even threatens me and reveals the law against marrying a witch.
"Tell me more, I'm listening,"
“I pleaded with him, offering to do anything – anything at all to protect Sara, confirming his grandchild’s identity, and aiding in his escape with his mate."
Pete kept speaking truthfully, which meant Samuel found out his grandchild was alive, yet he didn't know who is raising her. Kathy has to think of what Samuel is planning.