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Anabel stumbled out of a hotel bar after she’d parted ways with a man who had to rush off to handle business. Biting her lower lip as she stepped out, the brunette pulled out her cellphone to look for the time, only to realize she didn’t know where she was. “Excuse me,” the brunette commented when someone passed nearby, “Do you know what street I’m on?”

Layla offered an arm to the other person to steady them. God knew she’d had her fair share of rough nights, especially during her college days, and it was the least she could do. Also, a small voice inside her said, it could be more than just a rough night. “Hey. Steady there.” She squinted up at a street sign. “The Aldgate tube station is on the corner, I think.”