Page 52 of Their Arrangement
Behind me, the crunch of boots on gravel.
I froze.
My whole body stilled.
The air shifted. Thickened. Pushed against my back like a warning.
And when I turned?—
Wolfe was there.
Rain slicked down his face. His jacket soaked through. Hisjaw tight. His hands clenched at his sides like he was holding something in.
But his eyes?—
They weren’t soft.
They weren’t grieving.
They were burning.
My breath caught.
His presence always felt sharp. Precise. But here, in this place, under this sky, it felt brutal.
I stood slowly. Wiped the rain from my cheeks. Not because I cared about appearances—but because I didn’t want him to see how much I’d already fallen apart.
“You followed me,” I said. My voice sounded too small. Too exposed.
“No.” His tone was clipped. Cold. “You’re predictable.”
The words hit harder than they should have.
I looked down at Camille’s name. Then back at him.
“I didn’t come here to bother you.”
“Didn’t you?”
His boots shifted. Two slow steps forward. Gravel crunched under his weight.
“This place isn’t yours, Cloe,” he said. “Not anymore.”
My jaw locked. “She was my best friend.”
“She was our sister.”
I nodded, rain dripping off my chin. “And she loved me.”
His mouth twisted. “She loved a lot of things. Didn’t stop her from dying alone.”
I flinched.
He didn’t.
“Don’t you dare blame me for that.”
“I don’t have to. You already do.”
