~Lyra's POV~We drove past the café twice before stopping.Torvi's habit, and a good one. The eastern commercial district was the kind of neighbourhood that operated late, restaurants, late-night pharmacies, the particular mix of people who had somewhere specific to be at eleven PM and weren't advertising it. The café was a small corner unit, one window, a handful of tables, the kind of place where nobody looked up when someone came in.I went in alone. Xavier went in two minutes later, found a table by the wall, ordered coffee, and did not look at me. Torvi arrived last and took the corner seat where she could watch the room and the street simultaneously.Vivienne was in the vehicle outside with her laptop running the monitoring feed.Jade was already there.She was in the back booth, and she looked nothing like the woman who had made herself comfortable in my family's sitting room and talked about fabric markets and Alpha Ball gossip. She looked like someone who had been sleeping in
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