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Chapter 32.

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Miguel said, almost too fast, as though sealing the words before Drake could contradict them.

The guard’s brows lifted, and then almost imperceptibly, his mouth curved into a grin. Not mocking, exactly, but threaded with the kind of amusement a man wore when he’d just caught someone bluffing.

“Delivery guy, huh?” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else, eyes flicking between Miguel and Drake like he was replaying the words in his head.

Drake stood there, unsure whether to take offense or laugh it off. Delivery guy? Of all things Miguel could have said… He could feel a retort prickling at the back of his tongue, but it snagged there, caught between his confusion and the heavy atmosphere pressing in on them.

The guard’s gaze lingered on Miguel with an ease born from years of familiarity. He’d known him since he was a boy.

Back when Miguel’s charm was clumsy but genuine, before he learned how to sharpen it into something dangerous. And if there was one thing he’d learned over thos
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