FORTY FOUR

RYDER

Standing there.

Eyes wide, lips parted, her face carved with betrayal. She doesn’t say a word—doesn’t need to. Every flicker of emotion is right there, raw and open and burning.

“Eve—” I shove away from Annabeth, already moving. “Wait! It’s not what it looked like!”

She bolts.

I chase. “E...

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