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... e, her golden eyes sharp with suspicion.
Lyra hesitated at the threshold, her heartbeat hammering against her ribs.
She had practiced this moment in her mind a hundred times, but standing here....under the cold scrutiny of Helen and Layla....her carefully woven lie felt like it was unraveling before she even spoke.
Layla sat sprawled on the velvet chaise, swirling a glass of dark wine between her fingers, amusement curling her lips. "She finally decides to crawl back, aft ...
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