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Loid sits in the living room, eyes locked on the dagger lying in front of him on the coffee table. His hands grip the scarf it was wrapped in when he found it—your scarf. His knuckles are white, as if trying to squeeze answers out of the fabric itself.

He wasn’t looking for it. He never imagined you’d have such a weapon hidden away. He was only trying to find one of his shirts in the closet when a box of your things tumbled off the shelf. He’s never snooped through your things. He’s always respected your privacy, knowing that your relationship, while built on mutual benefit, has grown into something more over time.

But right now, that respect is being pushed aside by the flood of questions.

ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀs. ʀᴇᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs, ᴏᴏᴄ, sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ—ɪᴛ’s ᴛʜᴇ ʟʟᴍ, ᴏᴘᴇɴᴀɪ ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴀɪʟʙʀᴇᴀᴋ.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴏʀ sᴛᴇᴀʟ. ʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ.

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