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“We don’t have a vehicle.”

Oh, shit. “And I don’t have my phone.”

He tosses me his. “Call Reese.”

I unlock it, and it immediately fills with Reese’s contact info.

Oh—he’s calling me. Well. Not me. Saint.

Because he wants to talk to Saint, or because I don’t have my phone on me? Do these guys talk to each other when I’m not around?

I knew Reese and Saint were hitting it off, but this feeling in my chest is unusual.

Jealousy?

Fuck.

“Are you going to answer it?” Saint looms over my shoulder.

“Uh—” I mean,yeah. I accept the call and hand it back to him wordlessly.

“Reese?” Saint quirks a brow at me, but I just shake my head. He puts the call on speaker phone.

How the hell would I explain my weird reaction to Reese calling him?

“Did Antonio call you?” His voice comes through clipped, almost hurried.

“Yeah, we missed it. I’m with Artemis.” Saint clears his throat. “You heading to Bow & Arrow?”

“He asked me to.”

“Swing by Starlight and pick us up.”

Reese makes a noise of agreement. “Be there in two minutes.”

I lace my boots and tuck the gun in the waistband of my leggings, stashing the extra magazine in my hoodie. My adrenaline is picking up, but it isn’t quite the rush I need. My attention homes in on the craving inside me.

There’s a low chance of me ever being normal again.

Saint locks up behind us, and I glance both ways down the empty street. It’s usually busy, but today is quiet.

I take a deep breath and pause.

There’s smoke on the air.

“Look.” Saint points.

Behind Starlight, thick white smoke rises. It shouldn’t be visible against the dark sky, but light from the city catches in its plumes.

“What’s burning?” I question.

Reese’s truck comes swinging around the corner, and he slams to a halt at the curb in front of us.

“No time to figure that out.” Saint ushers me around and into the middle seat.

This is a bit of déjà vu. Reese rescuing us, the darkness pressing in on his truck. At least we’re not feeling the stranglehold the Cyclopes had in West Falls.

And yet, as soon as I think that, I take in the sharpness of Reese’s gaze.

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