Third Person's POVEdric's voice spiked with excitement. Without waiting for Dwight to say a word, he jerked his chin toward Archer. "Since when, man? How'd you keep this so quiet? Right, Archer?"Archer didn't jump in. He just sat there with his long legs crossed, tapping his fingers rhythmically against the side of his glass.He kept his eyes on Dwight, a cryptic smirk playing on his lips—looking every bit like a judge waiting for a witness to trip over a lie.Dwight didn't flinch. He traced the rim of his cold glass with his thumb and said flatly, "We just bumped into each other.""Oh, really?" Edric clearly wasn't buying it; his mind was already racing. "So, let me guess—you grabbed lunch together, too? No wonder you're so chill with the kid today. You had help."Dwight looked down and stayed silent.In werewolf social circles, that kind of non-answer was basically a confession.Archer watched him closely, his e
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