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... wide-eyed, his hands gripping his knees a little too tightly.
But Mira said nothing.
She walked in, crouched gracefully, and set the tray down between them—two delicate plates.
One with slices of fluffy cake, the other stacked with golden cookies, the scent of sugar and vanilla flooding the room, mingling with the fading musk of their earlier acts.
She moved to the window next, pushing it open wider with a practiced flick, letting a rush of cool evening air sweep ...
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