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Chapter 165 - The Friend and the Betrayal

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Lily’s point of view

The warmth of the kitchen feels like home—baking bread, sweet tea, the faint scent of herbs in glass jars on the shelves.

The girl standing across from me is smiling, all freckles and messy brown hair, apron tied too loosely at the back. I know her. I don’t remember how I know her—but I do.

“I swear to the stars,” the girl laughs, brushing flour off her hands, “he looked at me once and I felt it everywhere. You know what I mean, right?”

I blink, still dizzy, trying to ground myself in her words.

“Felt what everywhere?” I manage to whisper, surprised that my voice works.

“The pull,” she says, rolling her eyes in mock annoyance. “Like—here’s your mate, but also—here’s someone else who makes your stomach flutter. Doesn’t that make me a terrible person?” She groans, dragging her hands down her face. “Gods, I feel like such a whore.”

I flinch at the word. Something in me recoils hard—like she’s just stepped on a landmine without knowing it.

But she just keeps
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