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FALLON “Come on, let’s go back,” Sienna says eventually, her movements unsteady as she heads toward the bar once more. I follow, catching my breath, aware that I’m walking back into the lion’s den. “Fallon,” Marcus says slowly, a serious edge cutting through the haze of alcohol as he pours another drink, sliding it over to me, and I see Sienna already has another, making me wonder if she has them smuggled in her oversized handbag. Whenever I look at her she has a new drink in her hand. “What’s going on?” Marcus asks, pouring a beer and keeping his gaze on the person he is serving. “Mind your own business, Marcus.” I try to keep my tone light, but my nerves are frayed, especially knowing I just ran from Milo in the nightclub. “I can help you,” he insists quietly, sliding a piece of paper across the bar. I snatch it up swiftly, concealing it in my top. His words are a lifeline, and despite my skepticism, hope flickers within me. “How?” I whisper, daring to meet his gaze. He doesn’t get t