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Lauren
I dumped the tray of hors d'oeuvres and slipped behind a half-open door. That was much, much too close. I didn't want Rye to see me yet. This was a reconnaissance mission.
The McAllisters and I wanted to know what was really going on with Rye. Elijah, Annabelle and I had agreed that I had the best chance of infiltrating one of these parties unnoticed. After all, I was used to adapting my appearance to suit the occasion.
Even so, Rye had spotted me. I didn't understand how he’d managed it. My hair was completely different. I'd given up my sun-streaked bleach job for a dull russet brown that made me look like an acorn. I wore aviator sunglasses, same as many of the guests. And most of all, I wore the basic black and white of a server. Most people didn't notice servers.
Then aga
