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“During the press conference, one of the reporters suddenly showed a video of a person who looked a lot like you handing an envelope full of money to a rogue. Despite immediate clarification that the video was fake, the reporters have been foaming at the mouth since and have been trying to reach you. Fortunately, they don’t know yet about the kidnapping, but someone in the hospital must have leaked the news that you were here.” “There’s nothing to worry about Luna.” Lucas cut in, a warning in his voice as he looked at Cassandra. “We’re handling it.” “Is that why Draven isn’t here right now?” I asked quietly. I’d been trying not to show it but I couldn’t deny that I’d been disappointed when I

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