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Chapter 13 : A City Built on Lies

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The morning after Sera discovers the photographs, she can't stop thinking about the image of the Valmonts and the Devereauxs together.

She spends breakfast distracted.

Lucien notices.

Instead of pretending nothing happened, he quietly says, "Get ready."

She looks up. "For what?"

"I'm taking you somewhere."

She raises an eyebrow.

"I thought Rule Number One was stay inside."

A faint smile appears on Lucien's face.

"You're with me."

"So the rules don't apply to you?"

"I wrote them."

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