“Is that him?” Orion grunted and I turned around again as I shot her a reply. “Who?” I muttered, dropping into an armchair and watching the rain. Anything but look at the guy who was the reason it felt like a knife was sliding into my heart and twisting. “Seth,” he said icily, his shadow looming in my periphery as he drew closer again. “What does it matter?” I said, following the path of a droplet as it weaved its way down the glass. “It matters because he’s a fucking asshole,” he growled. “Things change,” I said firmly. He tutted. “How? The guy cut off your hair and fucked with us for
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