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THIRTY SEVEN
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2024-10-29 19:42:56LILY’s POV
Kane’s car pulls up in front of the biggest building I have ever seen. This place is huge! I rub my eyes, careful not to smudge the mascara that Elena gifted me and take in a deep breath, admiring the colossal building in front of me.
Kane looks over to me, arching an eyebrow. “Ready?”
My hand goes to the little black gun strapped to my thigh and I nod. “Yes.”
He stares at me for a second, not saying anything and I feel my cheeks heat up. “You look stunning,” he says simply and reaches over to place the mask over my face. The act catches me by surprise and I become very still as he carefully ties the knot behind my head. His cologne fills my senses and briefly, I close my eyes before quickly snapping them open.
Why did I close my eyes? What on earth was I thinking?
Kane leans back and inspects my mask before slipping on his own. “Good, let’s go then
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