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Lunch and Threat

Author: Spicy Candy
last update publish date: 2026-08-22 15:45:53

Liora's POV

I was halfway to the cafeteria when I nearly walked straight into Elijah coming the other way, both of us laughing at the near collision before either of us said a word.

"Sorry." He steadied me with a hand on my arm, quick, casual. "In a hurry?"

"Just hungry. Long class."

"Perfect timing, then." He fell into step beside me like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Have lunch with me? We can actually talk instead of texting."

"Sure."

We walked into the cafeteria together, and
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