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River and Salem exchanged a look the second they stepped out of the garage. Salem sighed softly, adjusting the hem of her tank as she followed beside River, who was already smirking like he knew exactly what kind of chaos they were walking into. “Why do I feel like this is gonna be bad?” she muttered, brushing her hair out of her face. “Because it’s Beau,” River said simply, hand brushing lightly at the small of her back as they turned the corner. “And because if Rhea’s yelling, Miles is probably involved.” They didn’t have to go far to find the commotion. In the common room, Rhea was pacing in front of Miles—hands on her hips, voice sharp enough to cut through steel. Miles leaned casually against the counter, arms folded, that trademark smug grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Be
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