Chapter 1893

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The radio signals seemed to be working just fine, but for some reason, reaching the elders in the community was impossible. This was... unusual.

Mirabella's eyes narrowed. In their community, only she and Nellie had the ability to control the satellite network, besides Cassie. But Cassie was just a kid, and his tech skills weren't advanced enough to pull off a remote shutdown.

As she mulled it over, her phone buzzed in her hand. A call was coming through.

Mirabella put away the virtual keyboard and eyed the caller ID for a couple of seconds before answering. "Nellie."

"Where are you right now?" Nellie's voice was urgent, finally breaking through the static. "Did you head back to the village?"

"Yeah, I just got to Peace Haven," Mirabella replied, like she was expecting the question. "I've got some things to deal with." Find the newest release on find?novel.net

Remembering Mirabella had taken the obsidian, Nellie cut straight to the chase, "What things?"

Instead of answering, Mirabella asked casually, "Did you mess with the radio signal in the village?"

"Uh, what signal issue?" Nellie seemed puzzled. "Everything was fine when I left."

Hearing this, a suspicion that had been simmering in Mirabella's mind started to take shape. Her eyes darkened momentarily before she said, "Just a minor glitch." Nellie sensed that Mirabella wasn't one to ask random questions and was about to dig deeper when Mirabella spoke again.

"By the way, do you know Maverick?" Mirabella asked.

"Maverick?" Nellie let the previous topic drop. The name didn't ring a bell. "No, who is he?"

"He's the president of the Riverdale Archaeological Society," Mirabella said, her tone steady.

"Never crossed paths with him," Nellie admitted, quickly adding, "Is he why you suddenly came back?"

"He's got another role," Mirabella looked into the distance, the night as dark as ink, heavy with the threat of a storm. After a pause, she added, "He's also the King of First Base."

Nellie was taken aback. She hadn't

taken

dealt with the archaeological society's president, but King was a name she recognized. He was the

one behind Santos's defection from the Stevenson family openly seeking the family's secrets.

"So, King is here now?" Nellie pieced things together quickly. "Did they lure you back?"

"I'll handle it all," Mirabella said calmly, sidestepping a direct answer. "Some things just need to be settled."

Nellie's worry deepened. "What are you planning to do?"

Mirabella just smiled, a deep, knowing smile.

It wasn't about what Mirabella wanted to do; it was that the people at First Base had run out of patience. She realized this the moment she saw her mentor's face earlier.

Mirabella took the phone away from her ear, ignoring the urgent voice still speaking. She wasn't listening anymore. The phrase 'could die' lingered in the air as the call ended.

She slipped her phone into her

pocket, turned, and noticed James standing there, having quietly appeared from the house. She suddenly smiled again. Isn't this place perfect for a little retreat?

James watched her for a few seconds before joining her, looking out into the distance. After a moment, he spoke softly, "Without outside interference, it really would be."

"Life is always influenced by something," Mirabella sighed. Maybe it was the quiet of the yard, but her voice carried a rare hint of melancholy.

James didn't pry into what Mirabella meant. He simply said, "You can choose to break away from it."

Mirabella shrugged, not committing to a response, as if she heard him, or maybe she didn't.

James reached out and took her

hand, cool to the touch. He frowned slightly, tightening his grip, and added, "By the way, there's

something you should kaow. Ant

archaeological team came through this area last year. They were looking for a time machine."