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Chapter 58: Don't Get Excited

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58: Don't Get Excited

Sasha's POV

The parking lot still smells like oil and night air. Nico doesn't move closer, and I don't know why it unsettles me.

He stands where he is, one step back, his hands visible, shoulders tense like a man bracing for impact. He doesn't seem concerned. It's more like he's begging not to be mistaken for a threat.

"Someone else," I repeat flatly. "Explain slowly and choose your next words very carefully."

He exhales through his nose, dragging a hand down his face. Like he's trying to pull himself together.

"I didn't sell you out," he says, "and I didn't give my father anything that could have caused what happened seven months ago. I thought I did at first. I blamed myself. In fact, I still do. But the timeline doesn't add up."

I cross my arms defensively.

"Funny," I say. "The timeline kind of adds up over here."

His jaw tightens. He nods once, like he deserves that.

"I know. That's why I didn't come to you sooner. Because if I were you, I wouldn't believe
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