AZALEA'S POV
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Something.
My heart pounds viciously against my rib cage, trying to break free because of something.
Something has endless possibilities. Something could be a someone, and something could mean answers.
The spark that ignites inside of me is somewhat a feeling of thrill, like a kid saying they'll be getting something at the toy store.
It's endless possibilities, yet you don't know what you want.
You don't know what you may get.
You don't know what your parent's would let you get.
"What is it?" Corbin asks. Without moving, my gaze lifts. Our eyes lock through my lashes. "I have to go see the investigator." I murmur, signing the last page of the contract before sliding it back into the file. The back of my knees pushes my chair back as I stand, almost tipping it. I
