When I arrived at the hotel restaurant the next morning, everyone was already seated. The Warriors’ faces were grim, their gazes deliberately avoiding mine. The Princess, however, had that signature, mysterious, frustratingly knowing smile playing around her lips, a look of pure, confident malice “Anna, dear, we thought you might have had a change of heart!” Atticus’s mother exclaimed, her surprise sounding a touch too dramatic, too performative. A steaming cup of coffee, already cooled for her delicate palate, was placed before her, while Walther rested his hands, massive and still, loosely on the table. Ethan stood rigidly at his post, clearly trying to appear non-existent. “No chance,” I answered dryly as I slid into my seat. “A day without Atticus feels like a century. I barely closed my eyes last night, I’m not used to being alone anymore.” This was a deliberate bait. If their collecti
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