Kamara’s povThe library was the only place Silas’s men couldn’t hover directly over my shoulder without drawing too much attention. They sat three tables away, looking like hitmen trying to blend into a study group.I stared at my textbook, but the words were blurring. My mind kept looping back to the silver cufflink hidden in my pocket. 1422 Blackwood Road and 4pm scribbled at the bottom. "You look like you're miles away," a voice whispered.I didn't have to look up to know it was Brian. He pulled out the chair across from me, but he didn't have his usual smug grin. He looked uncharacteristically somber."Go away, Brian," I said, my voice flat. "I’m not in the mood for whatever game you're playing today.""No games, Kamara. I just..." He trailed off, looking down at the table. For a second, he looked genuinely vulnerable. "I know things have been... intense. And I know you hate me for what happened with Valerie. I wanted to explain."I finally looked at him. "Explain what? That you
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