When I explained the situation with the syndicate, she didn’t cry. She just went very still, her eyes hardening into chips of flint, the naive girl vanishing completely. “So, if … Continue reading Chapter 12: Unlikely Allies The war room was set up in Rebecca’s living room, the coffee table covered in laptops, legal pads, and empty coffee cups. Chloe arrived an hour later, looking slightly more put-together but still carrying the heavy aura of a girl whose world had recently imploded.
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