Rachel's POV I froze, then shook my head quickly. "No, he did."But Daniel’s "allowance" was a leash, not a gift. He gave me a secondary card with no cash to withdraw. In this part of the city, where the scent of charcoal and community ruled, plastic was useless. I’d spent my nights working odd jobs just to send money back to the orphanage pack, while Daniel watched my silence with a smug, distant satisfaction."Let's go get a hot dog," Silas said, his mood dropping like a stone. The air around him grew heavy, the predatory grace of his movements made the nearby crowd instinctively step aside without knowing why."Daniel likes the hot dogs here, too," I added, trying to bridge the sudden gloom. "I brought some for him once, and he said they were good!"The temperature seemed to drop five degrees. Silas let go of my hand, his expression unreadable as he approached the stall. "Boss, any seats available?""Yes!" the owner chirped, wiping grease onto a faded apron. He looked at me and be
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