When he tugs me in the opposite direction from the packhouse, even though it kills me to do it, I shake my head. “I can’t go with you.”

He frowns. “What do you mean, you can’t? I’m getting you out of here, love.”

Despite his furrowed brow and his insistent tone, I shake my head again. “I have to stay.”

“Aerin, why would you want to stay?”

A million reasons, and I’m sure if I told you even one, you would stop me.

“My grandparents are here. And not just that, things are ...