She was worried that Cleo’s mother had gone too far and he would be out of his mind for a while. For her plan to get back on track, she needed a sane brother to be her shield. If he was in a state that left him useless, she would kill him. In her eyes, Alek was a coward who wasted his potential on chasing a foolish dream. His parents would never love him and only saw him as a weapon. Desperately craving their love had led to his downfall. She barely did anything to the man and he folded. It was really pathetic behavior for a killer.

Leila had been sneaking into his bedroom at night. She had only managed to do it twice, but it was enough time to see what she was working with. The teenager found herself amazed Cleo’s mother had gotten him to put on so many drugs without his health rapidly declining. She had dug around the dresser, coming across bottles of pills and vials of gross-smelling liquid half-hazardly buried under his clothing. The clothing was also drenched in sweat and her stomach had flipped at how bad it was.

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Still, she struggled to regret putting him in the position. He was a book character who acted on the whim of others. She was real, a human being manipulated by supernatural forces. He would always be beneath her no matter the situation. The teenager left his bedroom satisfied and now walked with her head held high as she schemed. The man-made mention of her actions, and the second time she could feel his eyes on her back. There was no use in saying anything since she’d deny it all.

"Miss Leila," the teenager perked up at the sound of her name. Someone was calling for her from outside the room. "Miss Leila!"