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CHAPTER 102: CARLISTA'S VULNERABILITY

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CIARA

The light outside kept buzzing like it had a personal grudge against my sanity.

Every few seconds it flickered red, then blue, then red again, casting strange shadows through the dirty windows of the bar. The sound matched the pounding behind my eyes almost perfectly.

Beside me, Carlista barely moved.

For as long as I'd known her, she'd been terrifying.

The kind of woman who could walk into a room full of armed men wearing six-inch heels and somehow make everyone else nervous.

The kind o
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