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Ch: 121 Finally Honest.

Author: Quill-Shadow
last update publish date: 2026-11-02 19:22:45

Lysander's POV

She called.

"Can we talk," she said. "In person. Not about Rousset, not about the case. Just talk."

"Of course. Where."

"The park near the office. Somewhere neutral."

I got there before her, sitting on a bench overlooking the water, running through every possible version of what this conversation might be and landing on none of them.

She arrived a few minutes later, coat pulled tight against the evening chill, sitting beside me without quite looking at me first.

"I talked to Luci
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