“You gonna tell me what you’re planning then?” Darius asked, bending down to pick up the journal I’d been writing in and flipping through the pages. He frowned as he got back to the start of it then turned the front cover to me with a questioning look. The words Property of Lance Orion had been embossed in gold on the navy cover and I shrugged innocently as I read them. “He has like ten of those,” I said. “He doesn’t need them all. And they’re fancy. The paper is all soft and there’s a little built-in bookmark thing.” “There are at least fifteen pages of notes in his handwriting in the front
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