rthday. I know we are driving out to the house to see
how Elliot and his crew are progressing. Hmm . . . I wonder if Christian has
any other plans? I smile at the thought. Hanna taps on my door.
“Come in.”
Prescott is hovering outside . Odd . . .
“Hi, Ana,” says Hanna. “There’s a Leila Williams here to see you?
She says it’s personal.”
“Leila Williams? I don’t know a . . .” My mouth goes dry, and Hanna’s eyes
widen at my expression.
Leila? Fuck. What does she want?
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