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Chapter 72: Just Passing By

“Ready to go?” Warren asked me, poking his head into the bathroom.

I tightened the drawstrings of my hoodie, pulling it snug around my head.

“I’m ready. Don’t you clean up nice?” I asked, turning to smirk at him.

Warren held his arms out and turned from side to side. “I suppose I don’t look so bad.”

“She doesn’t stand a chance,” I teased, sticking my tongue out.

It was the night of Warren’s date with the fake Ciana, but I didn’t want to sit around the house waiting for him to get back. I needed to see and hear what was going on first hand since I missed part of it last time.

While he spiffed up his hair and put on a nice outfit, I ruffled my hair into a mess and applied some disguise makeup.

I didn’t want anyone to be able to recognize me, so I used some makeup to make my eyebrows look thicker and added a little “shadow” to my chin that would look like facial hair in the darkness.

I covered my head in a hoodie and wore baggy pants.

Hopefully, I wouldn’t be seen at all, but this way, I was covered just in case.

“You better get going if you’re going to find a hiding place before she shows up,” Warren suggested, shaking his head at me.

I left my parents’ place and went to the packhouse backyard ahead of Warren. This garden was much bigger than the one at home, which made it even easier for me to hide.

It didn’t take long for Warren and fake Ciana to show up. She had her arm looped through his and they were walking together looking very friendly.

If Sophia could see them, she’d be so pissed!

I shook my head and focused on listening to what they were saying. I had to strain my ears a little because of how far away they were.

“I know I was at the castle for your brother, but I never felt like I had a connection to him. I wish it had been you I’d been sent to the castle for,” fake Ciana said, her cheeks turning red in the strong lights that lit up the garden.

“I won’t deny wishing that, too,” Warren admitted in a friendly, gentle tone.

He was so good at being the “good guy.” What else did I expect? When I’d met him when we were younger, he’d done a huge favor for me, getting that Sun Blossom. I always thought it made me special but maybe Warren was just like that with everyone.

“You’re so nice to me. Why are you so nice to me?” she asked, resting her head on Warren’s shoulder for a moment as they walked through the garden path.

They got to a stone bench and I ducked around the tree to get a closer look at them as they sat down together.

Warren put his arm around her and she leaned against him. Her eyes were lit up and she kept smiling. I wondered who she really was. What kind of girl would pretend to be someone else? What was her real name? Did she even know who I was?

did she want to

I’ve felt like we share something special, ever since you reminded

to keep pretending to be me.

have to confess something to

I be concerned?” He arched

his. “I’m in love with

to blow his cover. His brow creased and I could see how tense he was from where I was hiding.

back in the pack has been… hard,” she

I rolled my eyes.

to

testing her

Ciana said quickly, raising her head. “I thought it was what I needed. But there

Beta Raymond’s

like he wants to hurt

sound

his hands in hers and held them to her chest. “Do you think you could help me escape

alcohol and the one person I didn’t want to see filled my nostrils. My stomach turned and

Hawke slurred as he came over

but he dropped down on

of your business,” I hissed, making my voice lower and deeper. I hoped I sounded like a boy to him, but as

I kno’youuu?” he asked, his unfocused eyes

insisted in a

sniffed the air, then he leaned closer and sniffed

throat like bile. If I made a scene, it would just draw attention to us and that was the last thing I wanted. I needed to make sure Warren had

covering his mouth like he was

me?” I snarled in a

arms in casts

sweet bitch scent makes me so horny. I could take you right

from him, as much as I could without exposing myself around

smells like a

wrinkled his nose. “Your voice… you sound f-f-familer.” His voice was still

him and he’d think it was

never met. I’m just here as Prince Warren’s squire,” I assured, keeping

a squire, a ripe, sweet

His hot breath bathed my face,

looped an arm

nose to my arm and inhaling deeply, sniffing me