He looks nonchalant and smug and delicious and…smiling? Why is he smiling back at Callum? Like the confession never happened. Like we didn’t share a moment. Like he knows something I don’t. My stomach clenches and twists. The knots grow like a rubber ball rolled in thorns. Mal fishes something from his pocket and motions for me to take it. “Here, wipe your mouth.” I don’t move. This could be a trick. He’s been hateful before. “Rory,” he coaxes. “Truce?” Rory. Are we back on good terms? I’m still not a fan of him bossing me around. I take a few steps toward him and grab whatever it is he holds
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