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There’s that word again.

Simple.

“What about Callie?”

He raises a brow at that, seeing right through me and my bullshit. “Did she ask you not to be with him?”

“Course not,” I mutter, rolling my eyes when he ruffles my hair and stands to leave. “Where are you going?”

“To double your security and figure out a way to bury the motherfucker who thinks he can hurt my kids,” he informs me, turning to point a finger at my face. “You stay the fuck away from Killian Matthews until I give you my say so. Got it?”

There’s no point arguing so I nod, leaning over to grab the joint he tossed just now. “I got it.”

“Wren.”

“What, Dad?”

He hesitates, patiently waiting for my eyes to hit his. “Besides you and your brothers, I’d give every fucking thing I have to get your mom back.”

My chest tightens and I blink, swallowing the lump in my throat when I catch the look on his face. “Dad.”

“Just..” he trails off, sliding his thumb over the edge of his wedding ring. “Don’t waste it, okay?”

I can’t speak so I say nothing, silently watching his back while he moves for the door.

“And get your skinny ass back to that school first thing tomorrow morning or I’ll drag you to the gate myself.”

I frown at that, looking down to slide a hand over my abs. “Am I really gettin’ skinny?”

“A little bit, yeah.”

Goddamnit.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Wren

They think Freya broke me.

Again.

My brothers are on edge, Callie looks like she’s about to throw down with a pair of pom-poms, and I’m about thirty seconds away from losing my shit because fuck, every other person I pass looks at me like I’m someone they get to pity and it’s pissing me off.

I don’t want their pity.

What I want stands at the other end of this hall with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes on the floor, ignoring whatever Ryan’s saying to him while he stares at the empty space in front of him.

He looks so fucking lost.

Just as I think it, his eyes hit mine and I hold them there, locking my jaw when the cheerleaders beside me start running their mouths again. I can’t hear what they’re saying considering they’re all whispering shit like the petty little girls they are, but I’m not stupid. Rumour is Freya cheated on me with Derek and Levi this time, fucked them both as part of some twisted revenge plan for breaking up with her the way I did two years ago, then ran back to New York and left me here with yet another broken heart. I don’t know how Levi got roped into their dumb ass conspiracy theory, but it’s probably got something to do with the fact that he’s got a broken face and I’ve got a broken knuckle.

They think I kicked his ass for fucking my girl.

I almost laugh at the thought.

Fucking please.

Anything I do to Levi has nothing to do with Freya Thorne and everything to do with him.

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