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THE SECOND I saw Lochlan waiting for me in the Huntsman lobby, I grabbed my phone and opened it to the picture of the sword. “Take a look at what I found. It’s at the British Museum—so close!” I wore a smug smile on my face, and I didn’t care one bit. I had managed to locate what the mighty Hunt had not yet found, and I was going to revel in that accomplishment. “Care to tell me how you knew what you were looking for?” Oh, s**t. “Um … no?” His assessing gaze held my eyes for a long moment in the elevator before acquiescing with a single nod. “I’ll look into it, make sure it’s authentic.” I grinned. When we approached the door to the basement, instead of pressing his hand to the scanner, Lochlan pressed a series of buttons. “Put your hand here and hold it until the beep.” “You’re adding me
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