Page 73 of Silver Fox Puck

But at this point?

I don’t give a damn.

I throw my car into drive, cutting through the city, my hands tight on the wheel.

By the time I pull up in front of her apartment, I know exactly what I’m doing.

It’s reckless. It’s the worst possible decision I could make.

And I’d do it a hundred times over.

I step out, stride up to her door, and knock.

No answer.

I knock again. Harder.

Still nothing.

But I know she’s in there.

Because Kenzie might be a lot of things—reckless, impulsive, infuriating as hell—but she’s not a coward.

And I refuse to believe she’s hiding from me.

I lean in, my voice low.

"I know you’re in there, Flight."

Silence.

Then—

A rustle.

A shadow under the door.

And finally, the lock clicks.

The door swings open.

And there she is.

Standing in front of me in leggings and a loose tank top, hair messy, mouth slightly open, eyes sharp with something she hasn’t figured out how to fight yet.

And fuck me, she looks gorgeous.

But also?

Pissed.

"You don’t get to just show up here," she snaps.

But she grips the doorframe.

Like she needs the grounding.

Like she knows the second I step inside, she’s already lost.

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