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MAYA’S POV: “I’m not in the mood for your shenanigans, Maya,” Rafe said, his voice dropping into that low, rough tone that usually made my heart skip. Tonight, it just made me want to scream, but I couldn’t because we were in public. “We need to find a seat. I’m tired, and we have people to meet. Actual business to conduct.” “Fine,” I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. I followed him silently as we navigated through the sea of laughter and fake smiles until he spotted a small round table with four seats near the edge of the ballroom. I thought we would finally have some peace and quiet. But as soon as we sat down, I saw the flash of a red dress in my peripheral vision. Jane was already gliding toward us, her eyes locked on Rafe with a cocky smile. I attempted to stand up, but Raf
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