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Then I flushed, realizing how presumptuous I was and that Spike might misinterpret my words. Spike only grinned.

"I wouldn't say no to that," he said.

I slid out of my booth and joined him, wrapping my arms around him. Spike tugged me close, and I could feel his warm breath against my skin.

He felt so warm, so solid, and his familiar scent of bear musk, pine, and motor oil enveloped me like a blanket.

When Spike finally pulled away, I reluctantly released him, feeling a pang of loss at the sudden absence of his warmth.

I didn't return to my booth. I felt just fine, where i was.

"Now it's my turn to ask you a question," Spike said.

I shifted slightly, adjusting to the new topic of conversation.

"Alright," I replied.

After all, Spike had been nothing but honest with me, and I owed him the same in return.

Taking a deep breath, I met Spike's gaze head-on, steeling myself for whatever his question may bring.

"Ask away," I said, my voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling inside me.

"I need you to tell me the whole story, starting from the beginning, on how you met Jack Roth, and why he's after you so we can think of solutions together," Spike said, his gaze steady and serious.

"Alright," I replied, taking a deep breath before recounting everything that had happened to me.

Spike listened intently, nodding at key points and asking clarifying questions. Interestingly, he made me repeat my conversation with Olaf, focusing on every detail.

As I spoke, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. It felt really good to finally be able to talk about my problems with someone.

I didn’t feel so alone, and having Spike there, attentive and supportive, made the ordeal feel a little less daunting.

"And you can't think of any idea why Jack went after you?" Spike prodded.

"I don't have a clue," I answered, feeling a wave of frustration wash over me.

We'd been over this before, and I still couldn't make sense of it.

"There's nothing remotely special about me. My dad and I were loners and had no enemies. I just met Jack in that random bar,” I said.

Spike let out a sigh, his expression thoughtful.

"There must be something more to this, information we're missing," he finally said.

"Are we done with the questions for now?" I asked, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.

"Yeah, sorry about that, but I needed everything you knew," Spike said, his expression apologetic.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired," I admitted, rubbing my temples.

"We'll find the answers eventually, which leads me to my last question—have you figured out what you want to do next?" Spike asked, his gaze searching mine.

Stay here in Moon Burrow or leave. That question had plagued me since I woke up this morning.

On one hand, I felt safe in this town with Spike.

This was also a good chance for me to get to know him better. But finding out the MC's connection with Jack's pack made me uneasy.

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