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FALLON Reaching the car, Milo opens the back door, and I climb in before sliding across the seat. “Thank you for not scaring her by telling her the truth,” I whisper, my voice barely finding strength as I turn my gaze to the window of the car, seeking comfort in the blurred cityscape. “Now, why would I scare her after all the trouble I went to finding her a heart?” Leone’s voice is smooth, almost soothing, but it sends a shiver down my spine. “I usually stay away from that trade.” His nonchalance as he taps his phone screen clashes with the turmoil inside me. “Excuse me?” My voice breaks through the silence that follows, disbelief, coloring every syllable. Milo drives on, expressionless, trained eyes scanning the road, but I sense his attention is partially on our conversation. “Your sister has been waiting for a heart for years, yet one miraculously shows up hours after you enter the underground games. Where else do you think I found one?” Leone doesn’t look at me, but his words slice