Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 877

Larissa caught Haskell’s long fingers, nipping playfully at the tip. “Very much so,” she whispered back.

The seductive gesture reignited the fire in Haskell’s eyes. For the first time in his life, he felt his self-control about to shatter.

But in the end, he dug his nails into his palm, forcing himself to calm down. He couldn’t rush this. He wanted their first time to be unforgettable, perfect for Larissa, with no regrets.

Fortunately, the sudden vibration of Larissa’s phone broke the spell.

Haskell finally released her, his voice raspy. “You should get that.”

Larissa rolled over and grabbed the phone. Seeing Finley’s name on the screen, her expression hardened, but she answered.

“What’s wrong?”

On the other end, Finley’s voice was laced with shock and panic. “Larissa, a group of people showed up in the village today. They said they’re here on a retreat, planning to stay for a month. But I just realized… I recognized one of the men. He’s a serial killer!”

Larissa sat bolt upright. “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” Finley insisted. “He was supposed to be executed. I don’t know why he’s here.”

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Larissa asked, “How many people are in the group?”

“About fourteen, men and women. I don’t recognize anyone else, just the killer,” Finley said, his voice still tense. “I’m worried he was sent by Lucius or that big shot to kill me and our grandfather.”

“Don’t worry,” Larissa said firmly. “You and Grandpa will be fine. I have people monitoring the village.”

Finley sounded relieved. “Okay. What should I do? Should I get Grandpa and leave the village for a while?”

“No,” Larissa warned sternly. “Stay put and do nothing. Don’t take matters into your own hands.”

If her guess was correct, Jedidiah’s ability to mobilize a group of condemned criminals for an assassination was terrifyingly powerful.

Haskell, however, shook his head. “Larissa, I don’t think it’s that simple.”

She turned to him, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. “Then what do you think he’s trying to do?”

Haskell was silent for a moment, deep in thought.

“Let me think it over,” he said finally.

Though he couldn’t yet grasp Jedidiah’s true motive, Haskell knew one thing for certain: a man like Jedidiah would never reveal his hand so easily.

Deciding to set the problem aside for now, he glanced at the time. “It’s getting late. We should get some rest.”