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Kizzy beamed at me as if she had just won the lottery.
My heart raced, thumping against my ribs hard. “Hm, Kizzy, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” she said. “I talked to Darcy and Oscar. They said that as long as they teach you what to say, and later the rom baro signs the papers, it should be okay.”
But I wouldn’t be okay. Didn’t she get it? She knew Artan and I had a complicated relationship. Why was she doing this to me?
“Look …” The words died on my lips when Artan appeared beside Kizzy, looking at me as if I too was simply an old friend.
I stilled and Kane took a step closer to me, as if he knew I needed him to lend me his strength.
“Hi, Mirella,” Artan said. His amber hair was cut shorter and his matching amber eyes were soft, calm. Was he really calm about this? “I gather Kizzy ga
