CHAPTER THIRTY-ONEThe dining hall is warm. Soft. Almost inviting.His mother pours tea with practiced elegance, steam rising from the delicate porcelain cup. She smiles at me, genuinely smiles, like I'm someone worth smiling at.It's unsettling."So tell me, Elena," she says, setting down the teapot. "Where are you from? What family do you come from?"I glance at Dante. He's sitting across from me, his expression unreadable as he cuts into his food.This is a test. It has to be.She asked me this same question earlier. Called me trash when I answered. Demanded Dante get rid of me.But she doesn't remember that.Her eyes are genuinely curious. Kind, even.Do I tell her the truth and risk her remembering? Risk her turning cold again?Or do I lie?"I..." I pause, my fingers tightening around my napkin. "I don't have a family. Not anymore. My uncle raised me, but he's... he's not someone I maintain contact with."She nods, like this is perfectly reasonable."And your pack?" she asks gent
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