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Elena stepped closer, her shoulder brushing his. The bravado in her eyes flickered for a second, replaced by something raw and hungry. "They’ve been lying to us, Leo. About the magic, about where it comes from. Don't you want to know the truth? Even if it's hidden?" The room beyond was small, filled with a