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“My phone is monitored.” “I won’t text you anything that will put you in danger. I just need to make sure you can contact me if you need me.” She nodded, then told me her number as I entered it into my phone. I dropped the device back in my pocket, then pulled her in close for a parting hug. The sweet scent of pears filled my lungs before I placed a kiss on her hair, black and glossy as a raven’s wing. “You need to get back inside. Be safe, princesa.” She nodded and slipped off my jacket, handing it back to me. I wanted her to keep it but knew she would be in danger if the guards spotted her with it. “Good night, Santino.” She lifted a hand in a reluctant wave, then hurried back to the house. I didn’t budge from my station until her light extinguished for the night. And even then, it took
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