“So.” I tapped my pen against my notebook. “Deception and secrets. You have any thoughts about those lately?” Her eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Just that you’re good at analyzing hidden motives in literature. Makes me wonder what you’re hiding.” “I’m not hiding anything.” But her hand drifted to her bag, where I bet that mystery notebook was stashed. “See, that right there?” I leaned closer, lowering my voice. “That’s exactly what Iago would say.” “Did you just compare me to the villain?” “Nah. You’re way prettier.” I grinned at her eye roll. “Come on, Tempest. I know
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