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Sabine pats my hand.
“Relax.”
“I am relaxed.”
Every person on the call laughs.
Then Drew goes quiet.
Rare.
He studies Sabine.
Then me.
A slow grin spreads across his face.
“Blackwell's Bride.”
Jalen stops chewing.
“Oh.”
Vale's brows rise.
Kane considers it.
Stella smiles.
Hannah says, “That's actually kind of romantic.”
“It sounds like a gothic novel,” Vale says.
“Exactly,” Drew says. “Blackwell's Bride.”
“No.”
Sabine takes a sip of tea.
“I kind of like it.”
I turn my head.
She looks innocent.
Betrayal.
“You do not.”
“I might.”
“Sabine.”
“What? It has mystery.”
“You already have a name.”
“So do you, Ghost.”
