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Chapter 18 - Chapter 18: Juliet's Pov

The first day in Evander's house was a total wash. Between the strange shadows in the hallway and the fact that I was basically forced to live here, I hadn't slept a wink. The morning felt heavy, like I was moving through water, so I escaped to Jack's Cafe to meet the girls. I needed a distraction before I lost my mind.

While we sat over coffee, it hit me that I'd been so caught up in the drama with Evander and the move that I'd almost forgotten Victoria's birthday. It was only a few days away. Victoria is everything to me, and I wanted to do something that would actually mean something to her.

That meant figuring out Victor. He's her twinโ€”older by only thirty-six secondsโ€”but they couldn't be more different. Victor is the definition of mysterious. He's mature, quiet, and honestly, a bit intimidating. He went to high school with Evander and Marcus, but I knew he was always tighter with Marcus.

"Victor doesn't talk much, Juliet, but he sees everything," Victoria had told me once when we were kids.

If I wanted to make this birthday perfect, I needed the inside scoop on what Victor actually liked, because Victoria's happiness was tied to his. I was just debating how to bring it up when my phone buzzed in my purse.

It was a text from the one person who could actually help me.

๐“ก๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ญ๐”‚ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“น๐“ต๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ฎ ๐”‚๐“ฎ๐“ฝ?

I bit my lip, staring at Marcus's name.

๐“œ๐“ฎ: ๐“˜'๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ญ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ ๐“ช ๐“ฏ๐“ฎ๐”€ ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฌ๐“ฑ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต๐”‚ ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ด๐“ท๐“ธ๐”€....

His reply came back before I could even set the phone down.

๐“œ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฌ๐“พ๐“ผ: ๐“ฃ๐“ธ ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ท ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฐ๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ผ ๐“˜ ๐“ญ๐“ธ๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐”€ ๐“ถ๐“พ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ผ๐“ฝ.

My face went hot. It was a stupid reactionโ€”it was just a text, not even a real conversationโ€”but my skin felt prickly. I forced myself to type back.

๐“œ๐“ฎ: ๐“œ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“Ÿ๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ.

๐“œ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฌ๐“พ๐“ผ: ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ด ๐“–๐“ธ๐“ญ ๐“˜ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐”€๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ต๐“ญ ๐“ผ๐“ช๐”‚ ๐“Ÿ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐”€๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“˜ ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ผ๐“ช๐”€ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“น.

I actually laughed out loud, my cheeks feeling even warmer. I didn't like how easily he could make me smile, especially after he'd basically trapped me in a legal lease from hell.

๐“œ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฌ๐“พ๐“ผ: ๐“•๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฐ๐“ธ๐“ฝ ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ญ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ผ ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ญ๐“ฎ: ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ซ๐“ต๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ด.

๐“œ๐“ฎ: ๐“ฃ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ.

I shoved my phone back into my bag. Eight o'clock. Pierre. All black. I had a dinner to get through and information to extract. I just hoped I could keep my cool long enough to get what I needed without letting Marcus see how much he was getting under my skin.

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