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Chapter 26: Wine

作者: Marjolein
last update 公開日: 2026-07-06 00:01:59

“Raven!”

I glance over my shoulder at Evee. Her dark eyes are wide, pleading, and her lips press together in that familiar mix of worry and excitement. She’s staring at the five drink orders in front of her, hands poised on the tray like she’s ready to fly. Behind her, the kitchen buzzes: two tables’ meals are ready, dishes steaming and waiting, all depending on me.

I force a wide, fake smile that I hope passes for confidence. “Can I get you guys anything to drink?”

The group falls silent. E
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