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Chapter 53

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The house was silent.

The sort of silence that rang through the hallways, creeping up the walls, wrapping around Evelyn's throat like an invisible hand. She was curled on her bed, a pale ivory blanket pulled up to her waist, her knees bent slightly. The room was only lit by the lamp on her nightstand, its light sending long shadows across the pale blue walls.

She gazed at the ceiling.

Her phone vibrated.

Enzo.

She grabbed instantly, heart racing despite her efforts to remain calm.

"Lucas called," Enzo informed her, his tone low, slightly rough around the edges from the late hour. "I'll be going out with him, Aaron, and a couple of other guys for dinner. I could be late."

"You three are definitely joined at the hip," Evelyn laughed. "Lucas is what, five years younger than you two?"

"Technically, yes. But he behaves like he's the oldest."

"So you're admitting that you and your brother behave like kids."

"I am not a child," Enzo snapped back, voice dropping into that teasing timb
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