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chapter 9

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Sierra’s POV

The house was too quiet after he left. I tried to focus on the dinner menu. Lobster bisque. Filet mignon. Chocolate soufflé. Food for rich people I would never meet.

But my mind kept going back to the way he looked at me at breakfast. Like he was solving a puzzle. Like I was a lie he was about to uncover.

I pulled out my phone and called Jasmine.

“Hey,” she answered. “How’s the first full day in the lion’s den?”

“He knows something, Jas.”

“What do you mean?”

“He asked about my drea
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