Sarra’s POVI was sick of these damn flashlights.Flashlights went off again, voices shouting her name. Lexi Marcell. Someone yelled it from behind a lens, and it clicked in my head. I’d heard it before in a podcast, a headline maybe. She is a PR executive, and model.And now she was standing two feet away, perfect hair, perfect posture, and perfect timing.Ronan’s jaw tightened. “Lexi, this isn’t the place.”I looked from Ronan to Lexi, not sure what to make of this. She ignored him completely, facing the swarm of photographers. “You can all relax,” she said brightly. “Nobody’s hiding anything. Ronan just has terrible timing, that’s all.” Cameras kept flashing. I wanted to disappear actually, to crawl under the pavement and stay there. Lexi turned her attention to me then with a look sharp enough to slice through my skin. “She’s not running away,” Lexi said to the reporters, throwing an arm around me like we were best friends. “She just hates being photographed on her way to the
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