Angel’s POV

“I’m sure you wouldn’t want to hear what I’m thinking, anyway,” he mumbled, his voice heavy with resignation.

I rolled my eyes and quickly threw on the clothes he had laid out on the bed for me; a pair of comfortable jeans and a purple tank top. After slipping on my sneakers, we made our way to the car and headed back to the packhouse.

Most of the car ride was silent, the hues of the rising sun painting the sky in brilliant shades of yellow and ...