The Order
“We have something important to take care of, and we didn’t want any company.”
Teodora’s eyebrow rose, the smallest twitch that signaled her impatience. She didn’t bother hiding the doubt in her eyes, waiting for us to elaborate, but Annalise held her ground, confident and composed. Noel, on the other hand, was buzzing with barely-contained mischief.
“We remembered something—something we need to find,” he said. “We’re going back to our old home, to figure out our past.”
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