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“What is this place?” Alexa asked once they were all in the elevator.
Kai ignored Peyton’s silent and stern expression that said Alexa shouldn’t be rude, and answered, “Paloma Norte. I live here.”
Alexa’s mouth fell open. “You live—I didn’t think we would be staying—Oh. My. God. This is the premier residence in all of Vancouver! You have to be, like, a millionaire—” her voice ended in a squeak. She glared at Peyton who had stepped hard on her foot.
Peyton cleared her throat. “I think what my impressionable younger sister is trying to say, is that we didn’t expect you to open your home to us.” She shifted her gaze to the numbers that would usually be above the door. Here, only three letters were lit instead: G-L-P. Garage, Lobby, Penthouse.
“It’s the safest place for you.”
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