** Callen’s POV **

I find Remy where I knew I would.

Not far into the woods, just beyond the clearing where we used to meet up to be alone. He’s sitting on a fallen tree, elbows on his knees, head down. The hoodie he wore earlier is bunched around his arms, like he pulled it off in frustration.

He doesn’t turn when I approach, but I know he hears me.

“Don’t,” he says, voice hoarse. “I’m not in the mood.”

I ignore that and sit beside him anyway, far enough to give him ...