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After a show of testosterone, I shooed Artan and Sloan out of the apartment to go track the hooded guy, while I pulled Theron to the couch. My mother grimaced when he greeted her, but like a good host—even though this place was not her home—she offered him tea.
Then, I explained everything to him. I repeated all I had told Artan and Sloan. All about Layla, Serena and Amy, Ellie, and Stefano.
“That doesn’t make sense,” he said, a big frown between his brows.
I clasped my hands over my stomach. “I know, but unless I’m missing something here, that’s what’s happening.”
Theron rested his big hand over mine. “I’m sorry. We’ll solve this mystery somehow. I promise. Even if I have to work with Lovell …” He made a face and a low chuckle escaped me. “I promise, okay?”
I nodded. “Thanks.” I
