Chapter 11 Two Birthdays, One Stage

Mara remained frozen.

‘Atreus. He’s Atreus Singh?’

‘The dark prince. The untouchable one. Him?’

Across the hallway, Atreus stood lazily against the wall, one hand in his pocket, a can of Coke in the other.

But there was nothing lazy about his eyes.

They were locked on her. And he wasn’t looking ...

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