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... ps, the hiss of the espresso machine and the clatter of mugs.
I slipped in at 7:55 am sharp, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out.
Mordred’s text from last night burned in my mind: "Begging you." I’d lied in my reply, and said I wouldn’t go. But here I was, scanning the tables, curiosity winning over caution.
What if Lysander really knew about Anonymous? What if this ended the threats and the paranoia? Or what if Mordred was right, and I was walking into a no ...
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