LORA'S POV The next morning, the hotel dining room felt heavy with tension. Bright sunlight poured through the tall glass windows and spread across the polished floor and neatly arranged tables. The warm light should have made the room feel calm, yet it did nothing to soften the tight mood around our table. Plates and cups were already set, and the smell of fresh coffee filled the air, but no one seemed in the mood to enjoy it. Every movement felt watched, and every small sound felt louder than it should have been.Arthur, the hunter, sat back in his chair as if nothing in the room troubled him. He lifted his cup and took slow, unbothered sips, his sharp eyes moving from one person to another before resting briefly on Jasper and then on me. His posture was relaxed, and his face carried a careless expression, as though the tension meant nothing to him.“Good morning,” he said with a casual smile, raising his cup slightly as if greeting friends instead of uneasy allies.That small acti
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