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Still My Enemy, Still You

You walked into the Hartwell Alumni Gala planning to spend exactly ninety minutes proving you were fine — fine without him, fine without the four years of cold wars and sharp words that defined high school. Then the seating card with your name on it was placed directly across from Declan Voss, the one person in this city you swore you'd never share a table with again. The doors lock at ten, intermission isn't until eleven, and he's already looking at you like high school never ended — and like he's not sure he wanted it to.