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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?

she want to

share something special, ever since you reminded me

but just enough to allow her to keep pretending to be me. That was smart. If

confess

I be concerned?” He arched

to his. “I’m in

a moment, I thought Warren was going to blow his cover. His brow creased and I could see how tense he was from where I was

you showed up when you did. Being back in the pack has

I rolled my eyes.

to come

was testing her

I needed. But there has been so

you mean Beta Raymond’s son?” Warren

seems mad at me and like he wants to hurt me. Other times, he makes me uncomfortable with his dirty language,” she explained, shaking

sound rough,” Warren

and held them to her

listening but the rancid scent of alcohol and the one person I

Hawke slurred as

him but he dropped down on the

hoped I sounded like a boy to him, but as drunk

I kno’youuu?” he asked, his unfocused

in a

the air, then he

the revulsion rising in my throat like bile. If I made a scene, it would just draw attention to us and that was the last thing I wanted.

don’t smell like a… guy,” Hawke said, chuckling and covering his mouth like he was embarrassed.

I snarled

his arms in casts

bitch scent makes me so horny. I could take you right here, right now,” Hawke

much as I could

smells like a woman,” I hissed with

widened for a moment and then he wrinkled his nose. “Your voice… you sound f-f-familer.” His voice was still heavy with

get away from him and he’d think

as Prince Warren’s squire,” I assured, keeping my

no,” Hawke insisted. “Not a squire, a

and panted heavily. His

looped an arm around myself and tried

to my arm and