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“Of course.”
She pulls away and the smile on her face is blinding.
“Angie Winters, right?”
I nod, my brows drawing down in confusion.
“Cool, if I ever run into her and she’s still a bitch, I’ll take care of her.”
The thought of Reyna fighting another omega for me, for whatever reason, makes a huge grin break out on my face.
“Really?” I ask.
“For that smile?” She breathes out. “One hundred percent.”
CHAPTER 22
Reyna
Iknew his smile would be amazing.
I thought I’d have to work a lot harder for it. Threatening to smack a crazy bitch who’s willing to throw around false allegations for her own gain is nothing.
All lying sucks. We already know I hate lying.
But girls like that? Who lie about something as serious as that? Who watch the lives of those they accused fall apart, knowing that retribution was all based on a bunch of bullshit?
That’s fucked.
Not only do they victimize the people they’re accusing, but they make things harder for the women and girls who have actually gone through shit.
It gives douchebags reason not to believe us, the first time around.
But I’ll get off my soapbox now.
Milo obviously still carries the weight of what happened to him as a kid. My focus should be on him, not on getting back at a girl I haven’t even met before.
“Good conversation,” I say, smiling back up at him. “Thanks for trusting me with that.”
“I—I haven’t trusted very many people with that stuff before," he says, glancing away again. “It took me a few years of being a pack to tell Stone and Killian.”
Wow. A fewyears?That’s a long time to keep something so big, especially from your packmates.
“Well, I guess I’m extra honored you decided to tell me, then. Now, we’ve still got the rest of the tour, right?”
Milo nods before taking a step away from me. He looks longingly down at my hand before he swallows hard and nods to himself.
Does he want to hold my hand?
I can do that.
I don’t make touching alphas a habit, when I can help it, but I’ve been reaching out to Milo a lot. Almost instinctually, too. I wonder where that’s coming from.
“Let’s go,” I say, lacing my hand with his. “Lead the way, Milo!”
He rewards me holding his hand with another one of those expressions that look an awful lot like awe.
“Okay,” he says softly.
