And maybe… What it does to Wolf.
Is that what this is?
Jealousy?
I scoff under my breath and immediately hate myself for it.
Does Wolf even get jealous?Not with me.
Except he looked at me like I betrayed something unspoken between us.
Did I?
Am I supposed to feel guilty?For wearing the shit Jag sent me?
Because I don’t.
Or… I do.A little.
But I shouldn’t.
Jag stole everything from me.He burned through my life more times than I can count.I left my favorite pair of skates behind when I ran from the last dumpster fire.He owes me this.And I need clothes.It would be dumb to throw them away.
Still…
Maybe I should’ve said something to Wolf.Warned him.Explained.Is that what normal women do?They… Talk?Confront conflicts?Decode feelings?
I don’t know how to do that.I only know how to survive.
But something in me says,Try.
Grabbing my jacket, I lock the shop and head out to find him.
I don’t have to go far.
Across the street, he huddles beneath an awning, a cigarette glowing at the corner of his mouth, his eyes locked on his phone.
I shove my hands in my coat pockets and close the distance.I hate this part.Talking.People-ing.Being human.I’m terrible at it.
But I’ll do it for him.
“Hey.”My voice comes out scratchy.Useless.
He looks up.Doesn’t speak.Just flicks ash to the pavement.
“You left.”
He shrugs.“Didn’t want to interrupt your roller disco.”
“It’s not a disco.I was working.”
“Sure.”He doesn’t smile.Not even a little.
“Look, I didn’t…” My pulse skips up my neck.“He sent the box.I didn’t ask for it.It’s just clothes.And skates.It’s not a message or whatever you think it is.”
His arctic eyes stay on me as his face shifts into an eerie calm.A quiet, curling fury.Warrior-mode.Beautiful and terrifying.
“Kai will collect the box and bring it to the island.”He pockets his phone and empties his expression.“If you want to keep it, fine.If not, we can burn it.Doesn’t matter to me.”
