ADINNA’S POV
A soft breath catches my throat, Dean’s words echoing in my head over and over again like a broken record.
Do you want me to send him a message for you?
The thought is enticing, admittedly but the more I think about the words, the more a feeling of dread fills my chest. It’s suffocating and uncomfortable, overwhelming in a way that I wasn’t used to.
Why would Dean ask me that? It wasn’t like I wanted to — of course I wasn’t. Hunter and I weren’t that close.
It would seem weird on my part, right? Like I was crossing a line that we hadn’t yet established.
And it would simply make the rumors worse.
I was in no position to send Hunter any letters or messages, and I was self aware enough to know that.
I forced the corner of my lips to twitch up in a smile, praying within me
