Chapter 66: Breaking the Blade

Dean’s

I watched Noah walk away, his steps quick and his eyes actively avoiding mine. The way he moved—as if he couldn’t stand the sight of me—hit harder than I wanted to admit. I leaned against my car and lit a cigarette, trying desperately to quiet the chaotic mess in my head. The smoke burned down my throat, but it did not calm me.

My mind kept replaying Stan’s words from earlier: reject each other. The thought made my chest tighten ...