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Chapter 135

last update publish date: 2026-03-29 22:16:59

He watches me for a second like he’s sorting through too many starting points and trying to choose the one that won’t complicate everything.

“Here?” he asks.

I glance over his shoulder into the café. Someone is pretending to scroll through their phone while very obviously listening. Mara has turned her back, which means she’s listening even harder.

“Not here,” I say.

He nods once, like that was expected.

“Okay.”

I don’t wait. I push the door open and step outside.

The air hits differently. Warm
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