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The text sat there like a for bear trap for Von. It didn't make sense for Julian to b contacting him from a burner number. And why a midnight meeting at a lighthouse, it sounded like the setup for an ambush.
His first instinct was suspicion. Julian had been normal during their last few interactions. The rivalry between them was respectful on the surface, but Von knew better than to trust anyone fully in this competition.
For all he knew, this could be a trap laid by someone pretending to be Julian.
"This doesn't feel right," Von muttered to himself before typing a reply.
[How do I know this is you? Prove it.]
The three dots of a typing indicator appeared almost instantly.
[We met at the mall before auditions. You were buying clothes, and I helped you with my family card. Also, I can't use my main phone. My dad's security team tracks it. Just come, please]
