Chapter 5 The dagger

CHAPTER 5

When Luther came out of the hospital room, he recounted the incident with the dagger, speculating that the Owls likely suspected Ember was contemplating suicide and they wanted to exploit the situation for their own gain. However, Luther was still unclear about how the dagger was brought into Ember's hospital room . The night air was crisp and cool, the only sound heard was the distant hum of crickets. Alexander 's villa was shrouded in darkness, the windows like empty eyes staring back. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. A woman, dressed in a long, black coat, her face obscured by a hood. She moved with a quiet purpose, her eyes fixed on the villa. As she reached the entrance, she slowed, her gaze lingering on the door. For a moment, she seemed to hesitate, her hand reaching out to touch the handle. Then, she turned, her eyes scanning the surrounding area. Her gaze locked onto something, and she froze, her body tense.

Alexander's housekeeper who had noticed the woman's silhouette felt a shiver run down her spine. There was something hauntingly familiar about the woman's stance, something that echoed in her mind. But before she could place it, the woman vanished into the night, leaving behind only the faintest whisper of her presence. Ember's hospital room was a luxurious VIP suite, designed to provide comfort and tranquillity during her stay. The room was spacious, with a large window that let in plenty of natural light and offered a stunning view of the city skyline. The room was divided into different areas, each with its own unique features. The main area had a comfortable seating arrangement, with a plush sofa and two armchairs. A large flat-screen TV was mounted on the wall, providing entertainment options. A state-of-the-art hospital bed with adjustable settings and a comfortable mattress - A sleek, modern bathroom with a walk-in shower and a separate bathtub - A spacious closet with ample storage for Ember's personal belongings - A small kitchenette with a refrigerator, microwave, and coffee maker - A large, stylish desk with a comfortable office chair - A collection of fresh flowers on a side table, adding a touch of warmth and elegance to the room

The room was equipped with all the necessary amenities, including: - A private nurse's station with a dedicated team of healthcare professionals - A sophisticated monitoring system to track Ember's vital signs - A range of medical equipment, including an ECG monitor, oxygen tank, and IV pole - A selection of comfortable, stylish clothing and personal care items The room was tastefully decorated with a calming colour scheme, featuring soothing shades of ash and white. The walls were adorned with beautiful artwork, and the floors were made of polished hardwood. The overall ambiance was one of serenity and relaxation, providing a peaceful retreat for Ember during her recovery.

Ember's eyes flickered open, her gaze unfocused. She was met with the sterile smell of antiseptic and the beeping of medical machines. A nurse stood over her, a kind smile on her face. "Welcome back, dear. You've been through quite an ordeal." Ember's gaze drifted around the room, taking in the IV drip, the monitors, and the bodyguards stationed outside her door. Her eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched. She didn't want treatment. She knew her days on earth were counting. The nurse, oblivious to Ember's thoughts, continued to chat, trying to reassure her. But Ember's responses were monosyllabic, her actions speaking louder than words. She refused to take the medication offered to her, her hand clenching into a fist. She turned her face away, her eyes darting around the brightly lit VIP ward. The nurse's expression turned concerned. "Dear, you need to rest. You've been through a traumatic experience." Ember's gaze flashed, her eyes burning with defiance. But she said nothing, her silence speaking volumes. As the nurse left, Ember's eyes drifted to the window, her gaze fixed on the sky outside. She knew she couldn't stay here, not with the bodyguards watching her every move.

Time was running out; she needed a plan, and fast. Escape seemed like the only option, but how? With urgency mounting, she knew she had to think quickly, her mind racing like a wildfire consuming everything in its path. Every second counted, and hesitation could be disastrous. The clock was ticking, a countdown to catastrophe. She felt like a ship without anchor, drifting aimlessly on a stormy sea. The world around her was a blur, a kaleidoscope of colours and sounds that made no sense. She needed a lifeline, a way to grab hold of her fate and steer it in the right direction. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of uncertainty. She took a deep breath, and suddenly, clarity struck like a bolt of lightning on a stormy night. Ideas began to flow, a river of possibilities that she could harness and shape into a plan. With newfound determination, she set her mind to work, crafting a strategy that would set her free. The clock was still ticking, but now, she was in control, the captain of her own destiny.

She knew that Alexander keeping her alive is to give a fate worse than death. She knew all too well how the " Pillars" operate.

The Pillars were members of a mysterious organisation with a reputation for ruthlessness. Their methods are often described as cold, calculating, and devoid of empathy.

The Pillars are known for their blunt and unapologetic approach, showing little regard for the well-being or feelings of others. They prioritize efficiency and results over courtesy or compassion.

When eliminating targets, the Pillars are said to be merciless and swift, often using covert operations or strategic manipulation. They reportedly don't hesitate or show remorse when taking out individuals who pose a threat to their interests or goals.