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He tosses it all onto my bed before throwing his inked arms wide. “I don’t fucking know what you want to bring, Salem. Why don’t you help?”

Christian sighs dramatically, hazel eyes squinting at his best friend. “You need to chill. We’re making good time.”

“We are not,” Tay snaps, going for round two in my medicine cabinet. “It’s almost noon, so we’ll have to drive the RV in shifts through the night. At least there’s six of us so that we can rotate, but⁠—”

My spine snaps straight. “Six of us, who? I thought it was just us and Arya?”

He freezes like a deer in headlights, guilt flashing across his turquoise eyes.

Christian lunges forward to smack him on the shoulder. “You said you told her, fool.”

“Tell me what?” I glance between them, a heavy feeling settling in my stomach.

“I said I was going to tell her,” Taylor argues, chewing on his bottom lip. “And I am… right now.”

“You’re an asshole.” Christian shakes his head. “For what it’s worth, I told him to tell you a week ago.”

“Tell me what?” I nearly shout, placing my hands on my hips.

Before either of them can answer, the front door to my apartment swings open, groaning on its hinges.

“We leaving anytime soon?”

That voice is like a bucket of ice water down my back.

I don’t need to look to know who just walked in, but I rotate slowly in place anyway, like my brain needs a second to catch up with reality.

And there he is.

Devon stands in my doorway, leaning against the frame casually like he lives here with a cocky smirk on his pierced lips. Dark amber eyes sparkle amusedly when they land on me, but his smile is tight. Almost pained.

I don’t have the patience to unpack that right now, though, because all I feel is rage.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” I shriek.

Taylor and Christian both flinch, the latter scrubbing his neck like he saw this coming.

Devon just grins, shoving his hands into his pockets with a nod in my direction. “Nice to see you too, Salem.”

I lunge before I can stop myself, shoving him into the hallway. “Get the fuck out of my apartment, asshole!”

Taylor steps between us, hands up. “Okay, okay, let’s just⁠—”

“You knew about this?” I snap, betrayal boiling my blood as I turn to Christian. “And you?”

Christian only shrugs. “I told him to tell you.”

“Oh, fuck off!” Spinning back to Taylor, I clench my hands at my sides. “How many more times are you going to throw my exes at me, huh?”

Devon chuckles. “Technically once more, but who’s counting?”

My head snaps in his direction, the urge to kick him in the nuts coming on strong. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

The sound of my own heartbeat thunders in my ears. I don’t know what I want more—to scream, to cry, or to hit something. Maybe all of the above.

Dev laughs like he’s enjoying every second of this. “We’re picking up Logan on the way.”

My breath catches, the room tilting on its axis.