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    “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize you two were together,” the girl mumbled, quickly throwing on her clothes and walking away.


    Elena opened her mouth, almost to say they weren’t a thing. But then she reconsidered—the girl was a stranger. It wasn’t worth the exnation.


    Elena watched the girl stomp off toward the shoreline, where Louis was standing.


    Whatever Louis said made the girl’s face twist into a sour expression before she huffed off.


    Louis continued his leisurely stroll along the water’s edge, Kiera walking beside him, their steps perfectly in time with the rhythm of the waves. They looked like a picture of peaceful contentment. Further out in the ocean, a group of guys surfed. A strong gust of wind swept in, making the waves rise dramatically. The surfers rode them like pros,unching into the air andnding with a thud as the waves crashed beneath their boards.


    Clearly annoyed by how often Elena’s eyes wandered, Wesley finally spoke up. “Want to give surfing a go?”


    Elena shook her head. “Nah, not really into getting drenched.” She absolutely hated the feeling of wet clothes sticking to her skin. It was the worst.


    Wesley asked casually, “So, what do you like?” Without hesitation, Elena answered, “Racing.”


    She lived for the adrenaline rush of pure speed.


    Wesley gave her a lopsided grin. “Then let’s have a race sometime.”


    Elena shot him a look. Was he finally dropping the act? She still had no clue that Wesley had already figured out she was Helena all along.


    She figured racing him one-on-one would be pretty interesting.


    Wesley asked again, “Is there anything else you want?”


    What Elena really wanted was to find her mentor. The thought of her mentor wiped the smile right off her face. “I’m looking for someone,” she said.


    Wesley noticed her eyebrows furrow, the rxed look she had earlierpletely gone. Whoever this person was, they were clearly important to her.


    “Who is it?” Wesley asked, frowning slightly, a strange feeling settling in his chest.


    “Someone really important to me,” Elena replied quietly.


    Wesley’s eyes darkened a bit. He was about to ask who could be that important—when she added, “My mentor.”


    Wesley raised an eyebrow, and the sh of jealousy he felt disappeared as quickly as it came. “If I help you find your mentor, how are you gonna thank me?”


    Elena, hiding behind her sunsses, nced at the ring on his finger. If he could really help her find her mentor… She said seriously, “I will do whatever you want.”


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