DALA
Arya was practically squealing over Vander’s new power bike.
I mean, yeah, it was a beautiful thing, sleek as hell, definitely expensive, but the way she clapped and gushed like she was the one who’d be riding it made me tilt my head.
Vander just gave that little smirk of his, the one that looked more like a shrug than a smile, and nodded while everyone around him gawked at the bike.
It was the same one she promised him the night of that party.
I wasn’t sure why it bugged me.
It could be the way she leaned into him when she spoke, or probably because nobody looked half as thrilled as Arya did. The celebration felt…off.
But I didn’t let my brain run wild. She could just be excited.
I slipped away quietly after the whole thing was done, thanks to Vander walking away.
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