Chapter 67 SHOCKING REVELATION
CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
Samantha’s POV
Micky’s room and was the only place that had ever felt remotely safe in this place, the only place where I could breathe without feeling like something was watching me from the shadows. Even mine, Kane came in at will and nanny too
As I climbed up saw Eliana standing and staring at me
She stood by the window, her back half turned to me
“Hello, Sam,” she said quietly
“Hi,” I replied, stepping further into the room, my guard already halfway up without me meaning to. She was here to continue the conversation I was avoiding
Her eyes lingered on me in a way that made me uncomfortable, like she could see everything I was trying to hide.
“I told you,” she continued, a faint smile tugging at her lips, “Kane was completely into you.”
I frowned immediately, shaking my head as I kept walking forward.
“You wouldn’t know that.”
“I would,” she said simply.
“No, you wouldn’t.” My voice came out firmer this time, almost defensive. “You don’t know what’s in his head.”
Her smile didn’t fade.
“Everyone knows, Sam. Including you.”
I stopped walking.
The air shifted. It felt heavier now.
“And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” I asked slowly.
She took a step closer.
“It means,” she said, her voice dropping just a little, “that what you did… what you’re doing… could earn you the death penalty.”
My chest tightened.
For a second, I couldn’t even respond. I just stared at her, trying to figure out if she was serious or just playing one of her strange mind games again.
“But here you are,” she added softly, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. “Untouched. Healthy. Alive.”
I forced out a small scoff, trying to shake off the unease crawling under my skin.
“That doesn’t prove anything.”
I turned slightly, intending to walk past her, to end whatever this conversation was before it went any further.
But her hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.
Firm.
“You don’t know what you’re doing, do you?” she said.
Something in her tone made my stomach drop.
I pulled my hand away from hers immediately, my brows drawing together.
“What are you talking about?”
She tilted her head slightly, studying me.
“You like Kane.”
The words hit harder than I expected.
“I don’t,” I said quickly.
“You do.”
“I don’t.”
“You do,” she repeated, her voice softer now, but more certain.
I opened my mouth to argue again, but the words got stuck in my throat.
Because deep down… I wasn’t sure anymore.
“I…” I hesitated, then exhaled sharply. “I don’t.”
Micky’s lips curved, not in amusement, but in something almost pitying.
“I can see it in you,” she said.
Silence stretched between us.
Then she asked, out of nowhere,
“Do you want Kane to die?”
My head snapped up.
“What are you saying?” I asked, my voice rising.
Her expression didn’t change.
“You don’t know… do you?” she said slowly.
A cold feeling spread through my chest.
“Know what?” I whispered.
She took another step closer until we were barely an arm’s length apart.
“A mutate,” she said quietly, “cannot be in love with her master.”
My breath caught.
“Or vice versa,” she added.
“Else…” she paused, her eyes locking onto mine, “they’ll die.”
“What?” I whispered, my voice barely there.
“Yes,” she said
.
I shook my head immediately.
“No. No, that doesn’t even make sense.”
“It doesn’t have to make sense,” she replied. “It’s the law.”
I let out a dry laugh, though it sounded nothing like amusement.
“Kane would never be into me,” I said, more to myself than to her. “That I know.”
She didn’t respond immediately.
She just watched me.
And somehow, that silence felt worse than any argument.
“Kane is the only one alive for me,” she finally said.
I blinked, confused by the sudden shift.
“If you truly love the both of us,” she continued, her voice steady now, “you’ll disappear.”
My stomach dropped.
“What do you mean?” I asked, fear creeping into every word.
She leaned closer.
“So far,” she whispered, “Kane has already gotten a visit from the Widow Collector.”
“What?” I breathed.
“He’s getting too close to you,” she said. “And that’s dangerous.”
My mind was spinning now, trying to piece everything together, trying to understand if any of this was real.
“I gave you a tip,” she went on, her voice lowering further, “on how to take out the Widow Collector… and even free the other mutates.”
I stared at her, my chest rising and falling too fast.
“How do I know anything you’re saying is true?” I asked.
Her expression softened, but it didn’t comfort me.
“You don’t have to believe me,” she said. “But you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t believe me at least a little.”
My lips parted, but no words came out.
“Neither would Kane,” she added quietly.
That did it.
A sharp ache twisted in my chest.
I hated that part of me believed her.
I hated that I was even considering this.
“What would you have me do?” I finally asked, my voice breaking just slightly.
For a moment, she didn’t answer.
Then she stepped closer, so close I could feel her breath against my ear.
She whispered something.
And my entire body went still.
My eyes widened as her words sank in.
“No…” I gasped, pulling back from her. “That’s insane.”
But she just looked at me.
Completely serious.
And that terrified me more than anything else.
GENERAL POV
Princeton had always believed that every secret had a weak point.
You just had to press hard enough.
The neighboring town was quieter than he expected. Dusty roads, worn buildings, and people who looked like they had learned to mind their business a long time ago.
Perfect.
He walked slowly, his eyes scanning faces, searching for anything that looked familiar, anything that might lead him closer to the truth about Samantha.
He had already gathered more information than anyone else had ever managed.
And still, it wasn’t enough.
It never was.
He stopped in front of a small stall where a woman sat, sorting through some goods. The lady he's been looking for
Without wasting time, he pulled out a photograph.
“Have you seen this woman before?” he asked, holding up the image of Samantha’s grandmother.
The woman barely glanced at it before shaking her head.
“No.”
Princeton didn’t move.
“Think carefully,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “You’ll get a nice little reward if you do.”
The woman hesitated, her fingers pausing over the items in front of her.
“I don’t know…” she murmured.
Princeton’s expression hardened.
Slowly, deliberately, he reached into his coat and pulled out his gun.
The metal glinted faintly under the sunlight.
“Think well,” he said quietly.
The woman’s eyes widened immediately.
Her breathing quickened.
“Uh… I…” she stammered, her gaze darting between the gun and the photograph.
Then something shifted in her expression.
Recognition.
“I think… I think I do,” she said quickly. “She came here… years ago. To adopt a girl from our orphanage.”
Princeton’s grip on the photograph tightened.
“Is this her?” he asked, placing another picture down.
Samantha.
The woman looked at it, then nodded.
“Yes.”
A slow smile spread across Princeton’s face.
Finally.
“What else?” he asked. “What else do you know?”
She shook her head nervously.
“That’s all I remember.”
Princeton studied her for a moment, as if deciding whether she was worth anything more.
Then he turned to leave.
But just as he took a step away, her voice stopped him.
“Is she alive?”
He paused.
Slowly, he turned back.
“Who?” he asked.
“Samantha,” she said.
He watched her carefully before answering.
“Yes,” he said. “She is.”
The woman’s face softened, but there was sadness in her eyes.
“She’s a mutate though,” Princeton added, almost casually.
The woman’s lips trembled.
“Poor Sam,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears.
Princeton frowned slightly.
“Always the unlucky one,” she continued, shaking her head. “Sally has always been the lucky one.”
Princeton froze.
“What?” he said sharply, turning fully back toward her.
The woman looked up, startled by his sudden intensity.
“What did you just say?” he demanded.