Astrid’s POV The chime of the electronic lock didn't sound like a threat this morning. It sounded like a symphony. I was already standing by the door, dressed in a pair of soft black leggings and a cropped tank top, my heart hammering against my ribs. When the door swung open, I didn't see the shadow of the Reaper. I saw Ava, leaning against the doorframe with a look that was remarkably less lethal than usual. "Xavier says you can go out now," she said, her voice dry. My breath hitched. "You mean... out? Out of the gate? To the street?" I asked, my voice rising in a frantic, hopeful pitch. I could almost taste smog, and God, even the smog sounded better than this filtered, expensive air. Ava gave me a flat look, the kind you give a puppy that thinks it’s going for a walk but is actually going to the vet. "No, princess. Just inside the penthouse. The lockdown on your bedroom is lifted, but the front gates are still a 'no-g
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