A faint trace of amusement flashed through Julian's eyes.
He didn't call out her sudden panic. Instead, he smoothly followed her lead. "So, you've already made the arrangements?"
Hazel nodded instinctively. "All arranged."
The moment she said it.
She froze again.
Even worse.
Was her mouth malfunctioning because it had been soaking in sweet cream all night?
Hazel silently bit down on her spoon, her eyes darting around the room uncontrollably.
Julian found her absolutely adorable.
When she was distracted by food, she was painfully easy to read.
Whenever she felt guilty, she chewed on her spoon.
Whenever she panicked, her eyes darted everywhere.
But he didn't press her any further.
His sister always had a foolproof plan, and she never relied on just one strategy.
Since they were heading to Whitecliffe Harbor in three days, having Hazel establish an underground contact to scout the black market pathways perfectly aligned with Serena's usual caution.
Besides, Hazel and Serena both survived the Gray Zone together. The absolute trust and synchronization between them wasn't something anyone else could easily disrupt.
Julian simply asked, "So, who did you set the identity up for?"
Hazel was speechless.
God help me.
Julian was smiling so softly.
So why did she feel like a teenager getting interrogated by the school principal?
She absolutely could not let it slip that Demon was planning to board the ship alone.
Her brain went into overdrive. She blinked innocently and fed him a bald-faced lie. "I set it up for a friend."
"A friend?" Julian asked.
Hazel nodded vigorously. "Yeah, a friend I made back in the Gray Zone. She runs the black market circuits all the time."
The more she spoke, the more natural the lie felt. She even started believing her own brilliant improvisation. "She's in the medical sector. Incredibly talented. She specializes in stabilizing experimental serums and treating subject rejection rates."



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