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Reyna POV Coincidences are never that neat. I stood in a corner of the back garden of the Whitmore mansion, far from the noise of machines and hammers. Lara's folder was still closed in my hand. My mind was stuck on a single sentence: "I saw you get out of a car in front of the café." I had never
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I checked the message from the unknown number once more before putting my phone into my bag. The person had said there was something to tell me about Sera's resignation. But no matter how many times I asked, they hadn't explained any further. Close to noon, I asked Elara for permission to step out
I looked at Arvan without letting my expression change. His question came so suddenly, as if he had a right to know about my private life. "Why?" I asked flatly. "Are you curious?" Arvan didn't answer right away. His hands were still in his pockets, and his gaze never left me. "I'm just asking."
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