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Lilyan's head was swimming. She knew Zayd was not lying to her, but regardless, she could not fully process all the new information. Once they were finally alone again, she wrapped her arms around his middle and buried her face into his chest to prevent herself from screaming out loud. “What. The. Hell?” she asked him, her voice muffled by his shirt. Zayd chuckled and petted her hair soothingly. The caress of his touch calmed her slightly. “Come on, the lunchroom is still mostly clear,” Zayd told her, “We'll talk in there.” He wrapped his hand around hers and walked her into the school building. They stopped at the office, where Zayd presented the receptionist with two tardy excuse notes seemingly from nowhere. When did he have time to make those in all of the chaos? He must have been se
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