Bound by His Mark, Freed by His Betrayal
Vivienne whispered beside me but her tone let me know she clearly heard what I said.
“It looks like a scene was deleted,” I repeated.
“Oh my goodness. What does that even mean?” she asked, turning her face back to the computer.
I did the same thing and we all watched the same again.
It was a clear jumping time, several minutes missing from the footage, but no normal corruption.
It was deliberate interference.
“Oh moon goddess, oh moon goddess,” she repeated.
“Hey, calm down,” I said, reaching for her shoulder. She shoved my hand off quickly.
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