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74 : Blood And Mind Games
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A bargaining chip.
Whatever it was that Rafa wanted from Théo, she just realized that she would be used as a potential concession in the scenario.
It seemed it had a lot to do with Théo and Anastasia's new relationship, and then some other issues Veronica couldn't figure out yet. Why the girl's brother thought Théo had "answers", she didn't know for sure.
Also, Rafa just told her Théo had a multitude of secrets. It sounded suspicious and somewhat...sensible. Veronica couldn't help but mull over it. She wanted to think the guy just had too much to drink or had an exceptionally shitty week, thus the paranoia exaggerating his opinions of his sister's new boyfriend.
But after everything that'd happened in the past few months, she felt like she should give Rafa the benefit of the doubt. Maybe Théo actually had deep, dark s
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