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Chapter 17: The Gala Decision
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2026-03-18 18:07:46Luc didn’t speak much on the drive back.
He stared out the window like he expected his own fear to show up on the glass. When the gate to Renaud’s estate opened, Luc made a small noise in his throat, half impressed, half sick.
“Of course he has a gate,” Luc muttered.
I kept my eyes on the road ahead. “Don’t start.”
“I’m not starting,” he said quickly. “I’m… observing.”
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