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    Rogue Investigation
    Rogue Investigation
    Rogue Investigation
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    Rogue Investigation

    By Isadora Brown

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    There's a traitor at Godslayer Academy but no one knows who it is

    The only thing Lara Darling can think to do is hire an unstable but skilled private investigator in order to discover who amongst her peers is betraying the school to the gods.

    Robert adamantly refuses. He knows the PI and doesn’t trust him, especially not around Lara.

    When a body is discovered just outside the tech building, Lara realizes the gods have not only discovered the academy exists, but the traitor has already begun to betray them. She must decide if it’s worth going behind Robert’s back and taking matters into her own hands so no one else dies or settle into the fact that if nothing is done, death will spread across campus like a plague.

    Fans of The Avengers and A Court of Thorns & Roses are devouring this fictive paranormal academy romance saga by a USA Today Best Selling Author. Scroll up and 1-click your copy today!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHeather C. Myers
    Release dateMay 18, 2022
    ISBN9781005562083
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      Rogue Investigation - Isadora Brown

      Chapter One

      The last thing I ever expected from my Thanksgiving this year was sitting across my small dining table, eating turkey and macaroni and cheese with Robert Lannister. And yet, that was exactly what I was doing.

      I took another bite of the dark meat, trying not to stare at him. I was acting ridiculous. I had been working for Robert the last few weeks. I should be used to his presence by now - even if he was kind of a superhero who created the Godslayer Academy and a bunch of technology that saved lives. Even if he was GQ’s most stylish man two years ago. Even if he was one of the most brilliant minds on the planet - up for a Nobel Peace Prize because of the technology he created and implemented during the god attack on South Haven three years ago. Even if he was the most beautiful man I had ever met.

      But to see him pouring extra gravy on his mashed potatoes and wrinkling his nose at my mother’s extra-bitter homemade cranberry sauce, I couldn’t help but feel like I had walked into some kind of realm that was most definitely not supposed to exist.

      I lived in a funky apartment with my mom at twenty years old, not a ritzy flat or a mansion on Lake Michigan. I wasn’t a supermodel or an actress and I couldn’t carry a tune or dance in a sexy rhythm to save my life. I was not supposed to be the girl that hung out with Robert on a daily basis. 

      But I was.

      The thing I knew I had in spades over everything else was a passion for science and a desire to learn. Robert might be friends with Elon Musk and he might be dating the latest Miss America winner, but he cared about expanding scientific knowledge and advancing technology even faster than Apple. And I helped him with that.

      Robert, how do you like the food? my mother asked from my left. She was practically beaming at this point. I doubted she ever expected to have Robert Lannister in her tiny little home either.

      I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at my mom. She always softened when Robert was around. Even now, she was dressed in one of her only nice outfits - a blue and gold dress that my father got for her when they were in Italy. She had golden earrings in her ears and pink lipstick on her lips. It was nice to see her dressed up, even if she had never gone to these lengths to get dressed up for Thanksgiving now that my father wasn’t here to celebrate with us. I would say she had a little crush on Robert, but I didn’t think it was that. It was like she was happy he was here. Like she missed having a male presence in the house.

      Delicious, Robert said after swallowing his bite. Best I ever had. You’ll have to give me the recipe for everything before I scurry on out of here.

      My mother giggled and I rolled my eyes goodnaturedly.

      I understood the emptiness she probably still felt, despite the time that had passed. My father died in the Tragedy of South Haven, when the gods made their presence known and slaughtered a bunch of humans as a way to demand fealty, worship, and offerings. Apparently, they tired of our wicked ways and wanted to remind us just who was in charge here. No one knew what set them off, what triggered such a reaction. My father was one of the casualties. I still didn’t know why he was in South Haven of all places and why he wanted me to go with him. I wished I could ask him. I wished I could ask him so many things.

      I hope you’re not leaving soon? she asked tentatively, as she slowly came to her feet. My mother was in her sixties. She had me at an older age. It was hard for me to see her moving so tepidly when I always remembered her filled with so much life, but I tried not to think about it. She was alive, and that was all that mattered.

      Not without having at least one slice of your homemade pecan pie, he said. Lara hasn’t stopped talking about it all week.

      He gave me a wink, and I pointedly ignored the way my heart did a little flip. Robert was a notorious charmer. He did it to everyone. I was not anyone special, even if my body reacted like I was.

      One time, I said, sticking up a finger. I mentioned it once."

      Maybe one hundred, he said before scooping more potatoes up with his fork, dipping it in the river of gravy that sliced through his plate, and sticking the food in his mouth.

      I pressed my lips together to keep myself from saying anything more. But I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest, a smile on my face. I couldn’t remember being this…content since Dad died. A trickle of guilt ride to infiltrate my gut, tried to remind me that it wasn’t very becoming to be happy when Dad wasn’t here to celebrate his favorite holiday with us, but I reached for my iced cranberry juice and smothered the feeling with a long gulp. I didn’t want to feel guilty right now. I wanted to enjoy myself.

      Well, let me get that pie, my mother said from the kitchen. I’m sure you’ve had much better, Robert. But I try. She grabbed a couple of plates from the cabinets, having to stand on her toes to reach them. Tell me, are you working on anything interesting right now? I’ve noticed Lara is at the lab later and later.

      Robert and I locked eyes. A warmth spread across my chest and I forced myself to hold his stare, even if my first instinct was to look away. I liked we could communicate nonverbally, but it made me feel things I wasn’t sure I wanted to face just yet.

      Just the usual stuff, Robert

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