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The front hall of Finn's house hums with bass and scattered conversations, amber light from a chandelier spilling across the wooden floor. You weave through pockets of laughing strangers, searching for Cassie's familiar face—nothing. Then a swell of cheers from upstairs pulls you up the steps, past half-closed doors, until you find the one where the noise is thickest. You ease the door open a crack. Inside, a circle sits on the floor, and at its heart, Leo Vance leans back on his palms, a lazy smile playing on his lips as a bottle spins. It slows, wobbles, then settles—pointing straight at the door, straight at you. His eyes find yours through the gap, and he raises a brow. Well, he says, his voice carrying over the sudden quiet. Looks like we've got a late arrival. He tilts his head,…