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... her—refusing eye contact like it’s a concession. "I won’t join your war, Leara," he says, voice sanded flat. "I’ll carve out a third option."
It’s too late for that. The third option is identical to the second. He’s ours. Whether he works in our circle or out of it, the end result will be the same.
"Too little, too late," Leara sighs, echoing my thoughts. "Give up the act, Sebastian. It’s childish."
"Cossa."
"Mental illness..." I mummur.
His gaze flicks to ...
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