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“Why can’t I go tonight?” she asked

“Because our fa the hunt” I looked down at her as she stepped onto my shoes and let ht?”

“It’s not fair anyway”

Are you pouting?

I stared down, aive them?” When she didn’t answer, I answered for her “It’s the same difference The hunt is a present to the town from us There are other treasures for you out there”

I looked over, seeing Christiane stumble as she tried to dance with her husband, Matthew, his pathetic demeanor as superbly fantastic as his son’s du hie a sentence He was quiet She was quiet That house must be a party every day How did they decide when to have sex? Through text?

And then an i sex invaded my brain, and I bit back the snarl before it escaped

“Where are they?” I heard Octavia ask

I blinked, turning back to her “Where’s what?”

“My treasures”

“You have to find theiven”

Her lips twisted to the side, and I alhed I wanted her to drea ever happened how you wanted it to It was going to be harder than she thought, and she would fail many times before she won That hat she didn’t know yet

It wasn’t the fight that got you It was the lure that you could always quit

She could use some practice

I stopped dancing and dug intoher the parch”

She took the folded paper and opened it up, her black fingernail polish chipped as she took in my present for her

She gasped “A treasure map!”

I pointed up “It’s somewhere in this house Above us”

She darted her eyes around the roo of the dark gallery on the second floor

“Can I have help?” she asked me