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Priya stood up, gathering her scarf around her shoulders.

“Hey,” I called out as she headed towards the door. “Can you message me Kit’s address? Also, what’s the latest with you and Emma? You know, after she rang me…”

Priya waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, I told you not to worry about all that. I’m sorting it.”

I sighed. “I love how you preached to Kit about honesty but will happily bury your head in the sand with Emma.”

Priya glared at me, pausing in the doorway. “You know, I think I preferred the first two years where you were too shy to challenge me.”

A slow grin spread across my face. “Sorry. No take backs. You have the upgraded Felix model now.”

She blew me a kiss and disappeared down the hallway, leaving me alone with the impossible task of convincing Kit Thorne that we could somehow co-exist at Killigrew Street.

Luckily, I lived to debug impossible problems.

17

Kit

The living room floor had become my world. Cold hardwood pressed against my cheek, the grain of the wood blurring in and out of focus as I stared at nothing. My wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin, agitated by my complete surrender to despair.

I’d been lying here since last night. Same clothes, same position, same crushing weight in my chest that made breathing feel like work.

This was it. My life, properly over. And I had no one to blame but myself.

The funny part was that a tiny sliver of me felt… relieved. The torture of seeing Felix every day, wanting him with every fibre of my being whilst knowing I could never have him—that endless ache would be finally over. There would be no more watching him quietly laugh at Rory’s jokes. No more catching glimpses of his concentrated frown as he worked. No more fantasising about running my fingers through that black hair that always fell into his eyes.

The part of me that hated what I’d become, a predatory stalker lurking in shadows, felt vindicated. I’d promised myself that I’d never follow him again after he caught me outside his flat. Then I couldn’t resist going to that fucking concert. This was what I deserved. This crushing desolation, this complete isolation. Justice served.

My phone buzzed against the floor beside my head.

Felix

I’m almost outside your flat

My heart stopped. Started hammering so hard it would surely burst from my ribs.

Why was he here? The hoodie. Of course. He’d left it crumpled on the ground when he bolted. He wanted it back.

Another buzz.

Can I come in or do you want to come outside to talk?

My fingers shook as I typed back.

What would you rather?

It’s quite cold today.

I could sense him now, standing on my doorstep, his heartbeat rapid and nervous, echoing through my soul. My wolf stirred, desperate to comfort him, to take away whatever fear I’d caused.

I forced myself to my feet. My legs felt unsteady after hours on the floor. I probably looked as broken as I felt.

When I opened the door, Felix stood there in a long, thick navy coat, cheeks pink from the wind, clutching his hands together.

“Come in,” I mumbled, stepping aside without meeting his gaze.

I led him to the living room, acutely aware how his vanilla scent instantly filled every corner, making my wolf whine with longing.