Alexander I stepped outside with Malik, the door swinging shut behind us and sealing off the noise, the music, the careless laughter we’d left inside. The night wrapped around us, cool and sharp, and for a moment I wished I’d stayed indoors where things were still simple, when questions hadn’t yet learned how to breathe. Malik leaned against the railing, completely at ease, like he wasn’t about to dismiss my sense of reality with a few sentences.“My intel confirmed it,” he said, smoke curling from his mouth. “The kid’s been with Celine since the day she was born. There are even hospital photos. Celine on the bed. Newborn in her arms.”I shook my head immediately. “Pictures can be staged. You know that. People fake things all the time.”He said it flatly, confidently, like a man reciting facts that no longer surprised him. My stomach tightened as he went on, explaining that they were photographs too. Celine on a hospital bed. White sheets. Harsh lights. Her face exhausted in a way
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