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“Ok, I’m going,” Devon muttered to herself.
She’d just pushed out of the glass-fronted coffee shop and was storming down the street, wearing an expression of ire. Anyone who was watching would’ve seen, or overheard, her and her brother shouting at each other in the quiet corner shop that was chosen specifically because it was small and out of the way. Their argument hadn’t been missed by anyone in, or around, the establishment. Selecting this place made sure it wasn’t lost in throngs of people.
It was a whole day after they concluded that this was the course of action they had to take. Zara said that Caine was confident a day would be enough time for him to manipulate Grant into grabbing Rig. He’d already convinced Syn to watch the Kindred building. The man was lazy,
