Offer
Alara’s POV The hiss of the espresso machine was the only thing louder than my thoughts. I moved on autopilot behind the counter, hands steady, smile polite, but inside? I was fuming. I slid a caramel latte across the counter and turned to Percy, who was pretending to organize the pastry tray but had been checking her phone every five seconds. “You didn’t tell Ryan I went to the club with Ace, did you?” I asked, casually but firm. Percy blinked like she’d been caught. “What? No. Of course not.” I narrowed my eyes. “Why would I?” she added, voice too chipper. “He probably found out from social media or something. Everyone’s talking about you and Ace these days.” “Right.” I didn’t believe her. But I didn’t press it. Because just then, the door chimed. And in she walked. Eve. The
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