AZALEA’S POV
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There’s not an inch of our house or garden that isn’t under surveillance. The entire guard is scattered around, not to protect me, but Lyra. It’s not only my guards, but some of Corbin’s too. They arrived in the middle of the night without making a sound.
I woke to a text from Corbin saying, “Don’t freak out. There are guards outside.”
I flipped out of bed to look, and he wasn’t joking.
Now he sits across from me, next to a guy named Dustin, who’s typing away on his laptop, staring at the screen with intense focus. “What are they saying?” Corbin’s staring at his phone. “Waiting for information.” He murmurs, voice deep as the depths of the ocean. “On what?” My foot bounces up and down, arms crossed while Lyra’s watching cartoons in the living room. They remain silent, t
