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Chapter 33. Back in the Palace again

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* Zeina *

The car was waiting out front when we stepped out of the Alpha house, a sleek, matte-black SUV with tinted windows. It idled at the curb like a shadow, low and silent, barely noticeable if you weren't looking for it.

Donna walked beside me, heels quiet on the wet concrete. The early morning rain had stopped, but the air was still damp, thick with that metallic scent cities get before everything explodes into motion. The street was empty. No foot traffic. No cameras. No guards from Alpha Robert's camp.

A message.

We were being watched, but not stopped.

The driver one of the Palace warrior didn't say a word as he opened the back door, he simply bows to me. I slid into the leather seat, cold and smooth beneath my palms. Donna followed a beat later, closing the door softly behind her. The glass partition between us and the front was already up.

We were moving before I had time to settle.

City lights passed like ghosts through the fogged windows, smeared streaks of amber and whit
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