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Chapter 38: Almost crossed a line

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Evelyn’s POV

My phone rang so suddenly that it dragged me out of a half-sleep I didn’t even realize I had slipped into. I blinked at the ceiling for a second before reaching over the nightstand, expecting Clara or maybe Alfred’s team, but the name on the screen made my stomach tighten immediately.

Theo.

It was late. Too late for anything casual.

I picked up. “Hello?”

His voice came low, quiet, urgent in a way I hadn’t heard before. “Ma’am… I found something. You need to see it.”

That alone made me sit upright. “What do you mean? Tell me.”

“I can’t over the phone,” he said. “Please. Can you come over, to my house?”

I hesitated. Not because I didn’t want to go, but because the request itself was bold, and he sounded like someone who had been sitting on this information too long to keep still. “It’s late,” I said, rubbing my forehead. “Everyone’s asleep.”

“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.” A breath. “I really need you to come.”

I closed my
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