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So, I ride away from Florida, away from her.
The highway stretches west, and I follow it home.
To Texas.
To Sharp Shooter Ranch.
Where in less than a week, three rival clubs will gather on Phantom's land to plan the end of Los Coyotes.
And I'll be there, coordinating it all, while counting down the days until Helle comes back to me.
Two weeks.
Then we build that home.
Together.
I just have to survive the next week first.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Helle
The parking lot feels empty after he leaves.
I stand there long after the rumble of his engine fades into nothing, arms wrapped around myself against the Florida humidity, staring at the spot where his bike was parked like if I look hard enough it'll reappear.
It doesn't.
He's gone.
Back to Texas. Back to Sharp Shooter Ranch. Back to prepare for a war that could kill him.
Two weeks, he said. Two weeks and I come to him and we figure out what home looks like together.
Two weeks feels like forever when you don't know if the person you love will survive the next five days.
I force myself to turn around, head back inside the clubhouse.
The sun is fully up now, painting everything in harsh morning light that makes my eyes hurt.
Or maybe that's the tears I'm refusing to shed.
The compound is quiet—most people are still asleep, and those who aren't are giving me space.
They probably think I'm about to fall apart.
Maybe I am.
I walk past Bravos' room on the second floor.
The door is closed.
Empty.
He won't be sleeping there anymore.
Won't be there when I wake up reaching for him in the dark.
