#Chapter 241: First Contact

Chris And so, there we were, huddled around a small television in Ava’s wine cellar on the night of our dear friend’s funeral. “Look at that,” Ava whispered, pointing at the screen. “Even Elise looks heartbroken as you light the pyre.” “She’s a mighty good actor,” Leonard growled. News headlines flashed across the bottom of the screen: “Moonstone loses its Beta” and “Moonstone blight takes first victim”. Despite the somber atmosphere earlier that day, I couldn’t help but grin. Our plan was working perfectly. I had, of course, ensured that the funeral would be televised and streamed on all major channels. It was the only way to ensure that both Olivia and Winston saw it and, hopefully, fell for it. Leonard, sitting beside us and looking healthier by the day, chuckled. “It’s surreal, watching your own funeral. I never thought I would see the day.” Ophelia smirked. “I almost laughed out loud a few times, you know.” “I figured that was what y