Maya: “Doesn’t it taste amazing?” Maya’s voice was soft, almost playful, as she set another dish before the client. Her eyes flickered toward the shadows where Fleur stood, arms crossed, watching with a cold, unwavering gaze. The client was too entranced by the meal to notice. Maya’s smile deepened as she stirred a simmering pot on the stove. “I wonder…how much more you’ll reveal by the time we’re finished.”
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