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The next morning, I woke up earlier than Jasmine and snuck downstairs so I could surprise her with breakfast. As I approached the kitchen, I overheard a heated discussion between Alex and who I assumed was his mom.
"You've been keeping in touch with Sara behind my back?" Alex's voice boomed loudly.
"Alex, she's my daughter. I have a right to keep in touch with her," a middle-aged woman's voice responded.
"She tried to kill my mate several f*****g times!"
"Language, Alex!"
"f**k language. I'm in a really bad mood right now."
"Alex, can you at least be rational about this? Listen to me. I'm your mother!"
"Fine, Mother. What did you want to tell me?" I could tell he was speaking through gritted teeth.
"Sara wants to meet with you. She has information about one of our ally packs
