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Mateo stood frozen in the middle of the suite, the crumpled note digging into his palm.

For a moment, he saw him.

Silas, stepping out from behind the curtain, his sly smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. His voice low, teasing— “Relax, Mateo… it was just a joke.”

Mateo’s chest loosened, a sh...

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