CAROLINE'S POV
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There's little I can do, so I lie. "It's my landmark," I open my fist, looking down at the crumpled paper. It's around the same size, so there's no reason for them to doubt me. Isabella is the one who quirks a brow as Greg continues to search for his item. An item that doesn't exist. The feel of the dagger in my hand has guilt wracking into my body. I lost Lucian's dagger somewhere, and I didn't even think about looking for it. It didn't matter that Clara would have left it there, it's me who didn't even think about it after the fight.
Stupid dagger would come in handy right about now.
"Is it the same as mine?" she reaches into her pocket with one hand, and holds out her other palm for me to give it to her.
Shit.
"I guess," I shrug, ignoring her hand as I glance do
