“You have the caladrius call,” she said in a bland tone that concealed the emotional chaos swirling beneath it. Devon looked at her with eyes that seemed even darker than usual, due to the pallor of his face. “I have no idea how it got in my pocket.” “Sure you don’t,” Beth murmured sarcastically. Being nice did not mean being a complete idiot. “I’m serious,” he insisted. “Would I lie to you?” “Yes. You’d lie and steal my bird and send Mrs. Trimble to spy on me and—” Splash. Beth’s jaw fell as she stared at the midnight waters into which Devon had just thrown the caladrius call. “Why on earth
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