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In Chapter 216 of \u201cWings of Broken Time\u201d by Alina Das, Leopold is caught in a tense situation as he silently urges Finley not to trust Honora, who is concealing her true intentions. Finley, after briefly comforting Leopold, prepares to leave but is distracted by a flash of red on Leopold\u2019s arm, which Honora quickly tries to hide. Her actions are filled with feigned concern, yet they raise Finley\u2019s suspicions, creating an atmosphere thick with tension.<\/p>\n
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Honora manages to deflect Finley\u2019s attention away from her suspicious behavior, assuring him that she will take care of Leopold and even suggesting that he bring mosquito repellent for the next visit. As Finley leaves, Honora breathes a sigh of relief, realizing how close she came to being discovered. She quickly administers a syringe into Leopold\u2019s arm, a clear indication of her ulterior motives, and conceals the evidence, her heart racing with urgency.<\/p>\n
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Meanwhile, Finley grapples with his unease about Honora\u2019s actions. As he reflects on their interaction in the elevator, he feels that something is fundamentally wrong, but he struggles to pinpoint what it could be. His mind races with thoughts about the investigation concerning Larissa, prompting him to resolve to uncover the truth by examining Leopold\u2019s phone for any leads.<\/p>\n
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The chapter culminates with Finley contacting his assistant to inquire about a thief he had previously hired, revealing his intention to recruit him for another job. The request to steal a woman\u2019s purse hints at deeper, possibly dangerous, entanglements that lie ahead, underscoring the tension and intrigue that permeate the narrative. Finley\u2019s determination to get to the bottom of the mystery surrounding Honora and Leopold sets the stage for further developments in the story.<\/p>\n
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**Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das**
\n**Chapter 216**<\/p>\n
Leopold felt an overwhelming urge to shout, \u201cFinley, don\u2019t be fooled by her charade!\u201d Yet, the words lodged in his throat, unspoken and heavy.<\/p>\n
After a brief moment spent comforting Honora, Finley slowly released her from his grasp. \u201cI should head back now,\u201d he said, his voice steady but laced with an underlying tension. \u201cThank you for looking after him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Honora, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, nodded appreciatively. \u201cOf course. I\u2019ll take good care of him,\u201d she replied, her voice soft yet resolute.<\/p>\n
Finley, seemingly reassured by her words, turned to leave. However, as he made his way toward the door, a flash of red on Leopold\u2019s arm caught his attention, drawing him back like a moth to a flame.<\/p>\n
He halted, brow furrowing as he stepped closer to the bed, searching for the source of the color that had piqued his curiosity.<\/p>\n
In an instant, Honora sprang to her feet, hastily tucking Leopold\u2019s arm back beneath the covers. \u201cIt\u2019s getting chilly,\u201d she said, her tone dripping with feigned concern. \u201cWe can\u2019t let him get cold.\u201d<\/p>\n
Finley, still observing her with a mix of confusion and suspicion, watched as she waved her hand dismissively in the air, as if to shoo away an unseen nuisance. \u201cThe mosquitoes in here are terrible. I got a few bites myself last night,\u201d she added, glancing at her own arm, where a few small red welts were visible.<\/p>\n
Finley\u2019s gaze flickered to her arm, and he noted the marks, allowing his doubts to dissipate slightly. \u201cIf there are mosquitoes, bring some repellent tomorrow,\u201d he instructed, his voice firm yet tinged with a hint of relief.<\/p>\n
\u201cI will,\u201d Honora assured him, nodding earnestly.<\/p>\n
With that, Finley said nothing further and exited the room, the door clicking shut behind him.<\/p>\n
Honora accompanied him to the door, her eyes fixed on him until he stepped into the elevator, disappearing from view. Only then did she exhale a long, shaky breath, the weight of the moment crashing down around her. That had been far too close; he could have uncovered her secret.<\/p>\n
Returning to her chair, she quickly retrieved the syringe from her bag, her heart racing with urgency. Without a moment\u2019s hesitation, she plunged the needle back into the crimson dot on Leopold\u2019s arm, pushing the plunger down with a swift, practiced motion. Once the deed was done, she retracted the needle and concealed it within the lipstick tube, her pulse finally beginning to steady.<\/p>\n
Only then did she allow herself to relax, though a nagging thought lingered in the back of her mind: she would have to exercise greater caution next time.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, in the elevator, Finley replayed Honora\u2019s reactions like a film in his mind, scrutinizing every flicker of her expression. Something felt profoundly amiss, yet what could she possibly be doing in the room other than caring for Leopold?<\/p>\n
Perhaps it was the mounting stress that was clouding his judgment, he mused, attempting to shove his unease aside.<\/p>\n
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But as he reached the parking garage and settled into the driver\u2019s seat of his car, the doubts surged back, relentless. He recalled the conversation he had with Leopold, urging him to investigate whether anyone had attempted to harm Larissa before she was returned. Had the investigator Leopold hired uncovered anything significant?<\/p>\n
His unease deepening, Finley resolved to take action. Tomorrow, he would seize Leopold\u2019s phone and delve into the details of the investigation\u2014who had been hired and what findings had emerged.<\/p>\n
Finally, he retrieved his own phone and dialed his assistant, the tension in his chest palpable.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow is the thief?\u201d he inquired, his voice steady yet tinged with a hint of curiosity.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s fine, Mr. Judson. The antivenom worked wonders. He\u2019s being kept for observation, but he\u2019ll make a full recovery,\u201d came the reassuring response.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood,\u201d Finley replied, relief washing over him momentarily. \u201cTomorrow, I want you to ask him if he\u2019s willing to take on another job. This one is much simpler, with no risk involved. The pay will be the same as last time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course. What does he need to steal?\u201d<\/p>\n
Finley hesitated, the weight of his decision pressing down on him. After a long moment of contemplation, he finally uttered, \u201cA woman\u2019s purse.\u201d<\/p>\n
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In the aftermath of the tense encounter, both Honora and Finley find themselves ensnared in a web of deception and uncertainty. Honora\u2019s heart races as she grapples with the precariousness of her secret, the weight of her actions pressing heavily upon her conscience. The fleeting moment of relief she experiences after administering the syringe is overshadowed by the realization that her facade is fragile, and any misstep could unravel everything. Meanwhile, Finley, burdened by an unsettling intuition, is determined to uncover the truth lurking beneath the surface. His resolve to investigate further signifies a turning point, as he steps deeper into a world where trust is scarce and danger looms ever closer.<\/p>\n
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As the chapter closes, the emotional stakes heighten for both characters, setting the stage for a confrontation that feels inevitable. Finley\u2019s decision to pursue the investigation reflects a burgeoning sense of agency, while Honora\u2019s calculated actions reveal the desperation born from her entanglement in a dangerous game. The contrasting paths they tread\u2014one seeking clarity and the other maintaining a precarious balance\u2014foreshadow a collision that could alter their lives irrevocably. With each passing moment, the tension escalates, leaving readers on the edge of their seats, eager to witness how the fragile threads of loyalty, betrayal, and hidden motives will ultimately intertwine.<\/p>\n
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In the upcoming chapter of *Wings of Broken Time*, readers can expect a thrilling escalation of tension as Finley\u2019s suspicions about Honora deepen. With the revelation that she might be hiding something sinister from him, Finley is determined to uncover the truth. His decision to investigate Leopold\u2019s phone sets the stage for a high-stakes confrontation, where secrets will unravel and loyalties will be tested. As he delves into the details of the investigation, the stakes will rise, leading to unexpected twists that will keep readers on the edge of their seats.<\/p>\n
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Meanwhile, Honora\u2019s precarious position becomes even more fraught as she grapples with the consequences of her actions. The syringe and the crimson dot on Leopold\u2019s arm are not just symbols of her deceit; they represent a ticking clock that could expose her if she isn\u2019t careful. As she navigates the delicate balance between her facade and the truth, readers will be left wondering how far she is willing to go to protect her secrets. Will Finley connect the dots before it\u2019s too late? And what will happen when the lies begin to unravel? The next chapter promises to be a whirlwind of intrigue and suspense, leaving readers eager for answers.<\/p>\n
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