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“Text me when you get home,” Tabian said, following her to the door.
“Sure.”
“Hey,” he rumbled on the front porch. “We’re good.”
But she knew. She knew.
Tru forced a smile and convinced her tears to stay put.Just one more minute. Keep it together for a little while longer.“Sure.”
He leaned down and kissed her gently, but there was another deafeninghonk! She tensed and flinched away from him.
Tabian’s eyes glowed with anger as he looked up at her car.
“I’ve got to go,” she mumbled, feeling so many regrets in this moment. The biggest regret was bringing Bay here.
He was becoming chaos, just like his father, and no amount of her effort was stopping that from happening. She could have a heart-to-heart with him every day and he would still stay on this path of destruction.
She wanted better for him, but what she wanted didn’t matter. She couldn’t control a sixteen-year-old werewolf.
He only saw and felt what he wanted to see and feel.
Tru forced a smile, but her lip trembled, so she looked away fast and made her way down the porch stairs and to the car. As she put the car in reverse and backed away, she dared a glance up at Tabian. She couldn’t help it.
He was leaning on the railing of his new porch, watching her with a troubled expression in his glowing eyes.
Bay was holding his hurt arm and glaring at Tabian.
“Boy, he didn’t do anything to you. You have no reason to be looking at him like that.”
“I don’t like him.”
“You don’t like him? Or your wolf doesn’t like his wolf?”
Bay didn’t answer. He looked uncertain for a moment before he looked away from her and out the window.
“Do you want me to get some bandages from the store?”
“It’s already healing,” he ground out.
“Fine.”
“You don’t have to be so nice to everyone, you know.”
“Bay—”
“I’m serious. You don’t have to take in every stray you see.”
“Bay—”
“You aren’t listening—”
“I love you, kid.”
He glanced over at her and back to the window. To her, then back to the window. To her…his eyes were getting softer. Then back to the window.
He didn’t say it back. He never did. But he stopped looking for a fight. He let her have peace for the rest of the drive home.
They pulled up to the house, and she turned off the car, and they sat there in silence for a full minute. She was waiting for him to get out and go inside so she could have a good cry out here by herself.
