C27 When Lies Wear a Sister’s Face

From the shadowed edge of the corridor, Guinevere had observed everything. The moment Cleopatra spoke of meeting Calvin, curiosity and a quiet, calculating interest stirred within her. She followed at a distance, footsteps light, patience carefully restrained.

When Calvin finally vanished from sight, Guinevere stepped forward.

“Cleo!” she called brightly, waving as she hurried closer