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SHOT 7 — Whispers in the Midnight Tea
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2026-04-10 21:21:46A perfectly constructed lie rested on a foundation of logic, its walls built from trust, its roof thick enough to let suspicion slide off like rainwater.
Elena had studied that blueprint since she was twelve. Tonight, she had to make sure the structure didn’t come down.
“Mr. Salvatore,” she said, her voice unnervingly calm. “I didn’t expect you to still be awake.”
Dante tilted his head—just slightly. Like he was already peeling her apart.
“Miss Lafayette. My study.
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