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Chapter 5: Secrets, Sneaking in & Shared UNCLES?!
He entered his bedroom, tired. Anya's text popped up just as Damian sat down at his desk.
Anya: can i come over tomorrow 😄
Anya: i wanna see your new place
Damian stared at his phone. He hadn't told her the entire truth but he had told her that he'd moved somewhere for a week because of a dare, which he wasn't gonna lose.
No.
Absolutely not.
This apartment is a death trap.
Instead he typed.
Damian: It's... complicated.
Anya: pls 🥺
He sighed.
Damian: Fine. But you have to listen to me.
Damian: If anything weird happens—don't panic.
Anya: weird is my specialty 😎
That... did not reassure him in the slightest.
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The Next Day – Back Stairs of the Block
Damian waited by the back of the apartment block, checking over his shoulder every five seconds. He was terrified.
Anya waved as she approached, completely unfazed.
"Okay," he whispered. "We go up the back stairs. No elevators. No front doors. No questions."
"Ooo," Anya whispered back. "Secret mission."
When they reached the window, Damian climbed up first, then turned back.
"Wait—hold on," he said, lifting her carefully. "I've got you."
"I'm not that short," she muttered, but let him help anyway.
She climbed through, followed by Damian.
They landed in his room and Anya's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Ooo," she whispered. "This is your secret base."
"It's just a room," Damian said quickly.
Anya had already crouched behind his desk, hands clasped dramatically.
Spy Anya mode activated, her brain declared.
Later, Damian was halfway through explaining quadratic equations—again—when the doorbell rang.
DING-DONG!
Anya looked up from his bed.
Damian froze.His soul left his body.
"No," he whispered. "No no no no—"
Anya tilted her head. "Visitor?"
"That's—" He swallowed. "I have to go."
"Okay!" Anya whispered cheerfully.
"No," Damian said sharply, gesturing for her to stay. "You stay. Here. Don't move. Don't speak. Do not breathe. Pretend you're... a lamp."
"A spy lamp?" Anya whispered excitedly.
"No," he hissed. "A very boring one."
She saluted.
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