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Something sharp twists in my gut.
Not jealousy.
Possession.
I don’t want her walking with him.
I don’t want her walking alone.
I don’t want her walking away from me at all.
But she does.
And Finn shoots me a look over his shoulder.
Not smug.
Not antagonistic.
Curious.
Like he’s waiting to see what I’ll do.
I do nothing.
For now.
But as Wren steps out into the cold Boston night, Kael’s hoodie drowning her frame and Finn holding the door, one thought hits me dead center:
I’m in trouble.
Because Wren Harper walked into our lives today...
And I already know I’m not letting her walk back out.
Chapter 6: Finn
