MICHAELA'S POV By the time we are out of the car, Cole is already waiting outside. He had driven here too, following behind Damon and me in his own car. He takes my hands in his the moment he sees me and gives them a gentle squeeze. "How was the ride?" he asks, falling into step beside me. "It was fine," I say, offering him what I hope is a convincing smile. And it had been. Though Cole had been noticeably reluctant to let the matter drop when I'd chosen to ride with Damon. Cole nods. Then glances over his shoulder, probably toward Damon, who is walking a few steps behind us, studying the house. My gaze shifts between them. Cole. Then Damon. And something warm settles unexpectedly in my chest. A few months ago, the sight would have been impossible. Cole belonged to one part of my life. Damon belonged to another. Two separate worlds that were never supposed to meet. Yet here they are. Walking beside me. One on each side. For all their differences,
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