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Tiffany's POV The second I stepped into the station, thoughts crashed into me from every direction. [Oh God, she's the mindreader girl!][Don't think weird stuff!][Can she hear this right now?][Why am I sweating?][This is how villains feel around Superman.] I paused and shut my eyes for a second, giving myself one moment to breathe before stepping further inside. Bad start already. A quiet laugh escaped me anyway, and the front desk officer instantly looked like he was about to pass out. "Relax," I said before he could panic harder. "I didn't hear anything bad." His shoulders dropped with obvious relief. I almost felt bad about finding it funny. Almost. The station smelled like old coffee and rain-soaked paper while detectives crossed the bullpen with files tucked under their arms and phones rang somewhere deeper inside the building. It looked like any normal police station. For me, it was louder than a siren. A woman hurried past me while aggressively thinking about gr

Tiffany's POV “Alright then, I’m leaving before you suddenly decide I need a fake fiancé too.” Mercer snorted quietly, already reaching for another file. “Don’t tempt me.” A small laugh escaped me before I turned toward the door. “Oh, and Tiffany?” Mercer called before I reached it. I glanced back over my shoulder. “Yeah?” He slid a silver key across the desk. “I already arranged housing for you. Figured you wouldn’t have time to hunt for an apartment after just getting off a flight from Riverton.” I walked back over and picked up the key. “You work weirdly fast, Captain.” “Comes with the job,” he said dryly. “It’s a quiet place a few blocks away. Secure too.” “Thanks.” “I’ll text you the full address,” Mercer added, turning back to the paperwork on his desk. “Get some sleep. Tomorrow the real work starts.” [Good luck.] The house Mercer gave me was a minimalist place, already furnished with basic essentials. There were some things inside too, like someone had actually been

Tiffany's POV Hours later, I found myself staring at the bag sitting on the bed. The clock on the wall read nine o’clock. We had exactly two hours before the ship sailed, and for the first time, the weight of what we were about to walk into really started settling in my stomach. I slipped into the dress Mercer had sent over. A silk red gown, backless, with a slit cutting high along my left thigh. Sofia Harper definitely did not shop in department stores. The zipper stuck for a second before I finally got it up. I took a breath, smoothed the fabric down, and stepped out into the living room. Lucas was already there, leaning against the kitchen counter. He wore a tailored black tuxedo that fit his broad shoulders perfectly. His new blond hair was pushed back, exposing the sharp angles of his face. He looked up the second my bedroom door clicked. His eyes dropped down my dress, lingered on the open slit by my leg, and then snapped back up to my face. [Holy shit.] A small smile