Ariana's POVLyra laughed the moment she ended the call.Not with any pretense of maintaining the performance now that her audience had changed. She laughed with the full-bodied satisfaction of someone who had executed a plan cleanly and was allowing herself to enjoy the result."You should have reacted earlier," she said, tucking her phone away. "Would have saved us both time."I said nothing.She looked around the east wing room with the proprietary assessment of someone deciding what to do with a space. Then her eyes landed on me, specifically on the cardigan I was wearing, Sarah's spare one, the small anchor I'd placed on the chair the first day I moved in here.She reached out and grabbed my sleeve.Not the cardigan, the actual sleeve, the worn cotton shirt underneath, the one I'd put on this morning without thinking because it was comfortable.She pulled.I moved with it rather than resist, because resisting meant engaging and engaging meant giving her what she wanted. I stumbl
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