Chapter 91

Then came a notification. An email—from Mark Augustine.

Subject: Dinner.

Body: “Clear your evening. I have questions. We’re dining at 7.”

I stared at it.

OH. The chessboard was shifting.

I texted Mia instantly.

“Dinner with Luca. Alone. He wants answers.”

Mia: “Wear red. Show cleavage. Lie. Sedu...

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