“He’s my boyfriend,” Amelie calls after me. “You need to leave him alone.” I dig my heels in, stopping my friend, and face her. “He treats you like garbage. Maybe you should dump him.” “Maybe it’s more complicated than that.” Her eyes flash. I shrug. “I’m not in charge of him, Amelie. And you’re not in charge of me.” The laugh that bursts out of her is cold. “No? Try me, Wolfe. We’ll see how far you get.” The threat rolls right off my shoulders. Who am I? A month ago, I would’ve absolutely backed off… but if Caleb isn’t, then I’m not. If my head was screwed on straight, I’d be shoving Caleb
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