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The hole where the night should be

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I hid the journal inside my dress before we left the tower.

Calista did not ask why. She only looked at the green leather corner pressing against my ribs, then at Joren's broad back on the stairs ahead of us, and she said nothing at all. I decided right then that I liked her.

I also decided I could not trust her. Not yet. Not with this.

"The Alpha will want a report," Joren said at the bottom of the stairs.

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