Thetis pursed her lips, tightening her fingers around the stem of her wine glass. "Your father is here," she hissed through clenched teeth. "I don't understand how he keeps finding me. Once is happenstance. Twice is a coincidince. Three times...I call bullshit." She sighed, draining the last of her wine. "And we were having such a nice night, too."
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