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“Now,” Alex said, loud enough for the microphones to catch, “we stop pretending we were ever meant to be enemies.”

The photograph ran everywhere. They called it a scandal, a crisis, an embarrassment. libro rojo blanco y sangre azul

“You love it.”

Alex looked at the crowd, the cameras, the churning sea of expectation. Then back at Henry—the steady blue of his eyes, the red flush across his cheeks, the white-knuckled grip he kept on Alex’s sleeve. “Now,” Alex said, loud enough for the microphones