Chapter 15

Astrid’s POV

My eyes narrowed as Rhett slid his phone into his jacket pocket like it was something sacred.

“Mercedes?” I repeated softly, but with an edge.

He didn’t look surprised, but his jaw ticked. “She’s no one important.”

No one important. Right.

I hummed like I believed him, though the bitter taste in my mouth said otherwise. Of course, I shouldn’t care. But I did. I cared too much, and that realization made my chest feel heavy.

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