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| tilted my head and giggled. “His nis Soren Kenway! sounds... like the coolest never, right? You don’t
know him... Don’t know him... He's... very low-key... Very mysterious...”
“Interesting. | happen to know that guy.” The man smiled and rose to his feet, liftingby the arm. “Con.
I'll get you home.”
“Who? You? Why? Did Jean send you? Man, how much money did she spend hiring you boys? You're late, though.
Very... late... Party's over, pall”
“I wasn’t hired by Miss Valentine.”
“Then... who?”
His phone rang. With his free hand, he answered it. “Hello, are you sure you're not drunk? Sure? Who are you
leaving with?
“Alright. Understood. Yes. | found her.”
My brain was too foggy from the alcohol to piece anything together. | didn’t notice anything odd in his
conversation...
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My knees buckled, and | couldn't lift my feet. | could only lean against his body for support as he tried to help
walk.
We hardly made it more than a few steps before he stopped.
Here's what happened: | drank so much that my brain was in a fugue state. | could hear sounds and words, but
they didn’t register.
“Pass her to me. I'll drive her home,” someone said.
“Should she becsober, the last thing she wants to see is you, I'm afraid. Please, allowinstead.”
“We're married.”
me
“Not anymore. Everyone in the city knows you're having an affair. The two of you are in the middle of a divorce.”
“That has nothing to do with you anyway! What's your angle for getting close to her, huh?”
“Michael?”
After that, the man kept moving forward, draggingalong as we made our way out of the club.
| found out later that Edward hadn't left the club after Alex’s Butter Attack. He'd been waiting outside, worried,
and wanted to make sure | got hsafely.
The man ledinto a very comfy car. | opened my eyes slightly and saw him get in.
“Would you like swater?” he asked.
| nodded groggily.
He took a bottle of water that looked like an upscale brand, opened the cap, and handed it to me.
The cool liquid eased the burning insidea little. “Tasty water...”
| looked at him again and muttered, “You look so much like him, dude. Too bad you're just... sguy... working
this kind of job.”
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His tone suddenly darkened. “I told you. Jean Valentine didn’t hire me.”
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| chuckled. “Man, your tone sucks, too. You're not as good as he was.”
He started the engine. The car hummed, and | felt sleepy again.
Sometduring the drive, the car suddenly braked, and 1 lurched forward a bit, waking up slightly.
The man asked with concern, “Are you alright? Do you feel sick?”
I mumbled sgibberish in return. To be fair, | couldn't really understand what he said later. All | knew was that
the seatbelt was too tight. | tried to pull it away from me.
He noticed and helpedunbuckle. Worried | might fall from my seat, he leaned in to blockwith his body.
I might have been drunk, but | could still smell the freshness of pine and musk on him.
| looked up from his arm and smiled suggestively. “You, sir have good taste. Tell me, darling, what's the nof
your secret cologne?”
He met my gaze and raised an eyebrow. “Darling?“”
“Yeap, Baby Boy. You're in your early 20s, right? That's such a precious age... Especially to a 26-year-old
woman.” His eyes locked on mine. For sreason, it felt like our gazes were undergoing ssort of chemical
reaction.
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