“Yeah, we’re in big fucking trouble,” she says. “Shh,” Zoe hisses. “If we’re quiet, maybe we’ll blend into the wall like those lizards who go transparent when scared.” “Not with his precious standing right here,” Remy mumbles under her breath. “Hey,” I warn, sipping my cocktail. Before we can argue further, Orion pushes back from the bar and walks right past us. Once he’s several feet away, Zoe lets out a slow breath of air. “That was close.” Remy’s eyes narrow, and she moves her curly auburn hair off her shoulder. “I don’t buy it.” “What do you mean?” I ask. “He knows we’re here. I’m sure of
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