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Chapter 25
"Before I tell you what we're doing here, take this," Felix says.
He reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, and takes out a small piece of paper folded in two. Alastaire rolls his eyes as Felix passes the note to me over the table, closing my hand over it.
I'm still in such a state of shock at finding them in my house that it takes a second to register that Felix Lockhart's hand just touched my hand.
"Read it after we've left," Felix says. "And don't show your friend. It's for your eyes only. Understand?"
I nod, tucking the paper away into my hoodie pocket.
"Basically, you're going to help us with a... project," Felix says.
He's ordering me. There's no 'please', no 'if you want to.'
"You want me to help you?" I ask, searching his face for some sign he's joking. His expression is as indecipherable and distant
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