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Autumn catches Oliver’s eye and nods towards a doorway, which she then carefully guides Trin through. The door closes.

“Where have you been all this time?” Oliver holds Bex at arm’s length. She’s covering her scars again.

“Oh, around,” Bex shrugs. “It’s a long story. Let’s just say that Percy has been a perpetual problem.”

“As he always has been,” Oliver sighs. “I’m sorry about that.”

“I mean, really it’s my fault,” Bex mutters. “Both this time and the stuff two years ago. If I hadn’t gotten myself shanked—”

“Hey, it’s Percy that’s the problem, not you.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Bex doesn’t look reassured.