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LUCA
I took the bullet from Alina's hand, turning it between my fingers. The name carved into the metal was smooth under my thumb. Hers.
The meaning was clear. Someone had marked her for death.
A bad omen.
I nodded, barely looking up as I slid the bullet into my pocket. That person had another thing coming. "Where did this come from?"
She cro
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