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Questions Without Answers

Author: Jules
last update publish date: 2026-06-02 04:20:32

Lyra's Pov

I have two weeks to figure out if I'm marrying my mate or losing my mind.

The ride home from the council building was quiet. Marcus kept smiling like he had won the biggest prize of his life. When we walked through the front door, Helena was already waiting with a bottle of wine. "This calls for celebration," she said, pouring glasses. "Our family is finally moving up."

I sat at the dinner table feeling completely numb. The food tasted like nothing. Marcus raised his glass. "To Lyra.
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