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Mirabella
“Lena?” That voice. I did not need to turn to know who it belonged to; it struck through the walls to my hearing like a slap.
Ethan and I jerked around at once. What was he doing here? He was not supposed to be back today, let alone show up here. How did he even know where I was?
I shifted away just enough to put some unsuspecting distance between Ethan and me.
“Lena,” Ethan muttered, the irritation in his tone thinly veiled.
But he had no right to question anything. He knew what this was. Still, the way Cole kept walking, undeterred and closing in, forced my spine straight. I buried the panic and pulled on my calmest pretense.
“Who is this, baby?” Cole’s eyes flicked between Ethan and me. His hands slid into his pockets as if to keep them from doing something else.
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