Exile, Chapter 43

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"Okay, number one: Anything I tell you can never be repeated, to anyone—ever. Not even Fitz."

"Ooh, I get to solve all the Foster mysteries—awesome!"

She sighed. "Two, I'm the one who makes the decisions—and you don't get to argue with them."

"I don't see how that's fair."

"I didn't say it was fair. You either agree or you're out."

He grinned. "Fine, Foster's the queen of the universe—agreed."

———

She stared at her hands, trying not to think about the fury she'd seen in Fitz's eyes the day before. "That no matter what you learn . . . you won't hate me."

"Why would I hate you?"

"Just promise, okay?"

"Uh, that one's a no-brainer. Still not so sure on the whole letting-you-boss-me-around thing. But the last one's easy."

———

He ran his hands through his hair, disheveling it even more—which somehow made him look even better.

Sophie looked away before Keefe could realize she'd noticed.

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