CHASE I sat on the hood of my car, picking at the bottle cap in my hand while Hunter leaned against the driver’s door, arms folded. The air between us was quiet, but not comfortable. It was thick with thoughts we didn’t want to say out loud. “I still don’t think we’re doing this right,” Hunter finally said, breaking the silence. I looked up at him and shrugged. “We’re trying.” “Trying doesn’t fix anything,” he muttered, shaking his head. “She still doesn’t trust us.” I sighed and leaned my back further against the windshield. “What do you expect, bro? We screwed up. Like… real bad.” Hunter rubbed his jaw, like he was thinking hard, but also frustrated. “Yeah, I know. I just wish there was a big, loud way to show her we’re serious. Like, boom—Keyla is our mate, end of story. But then again… she might run.” “She will run,” I said, staring at the sky. “That girl’s got more walls than a damn castle.” He chuckled low, but it wasn’t from joy. “You’re not lying. And I don’t blame her
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