Destin POV
Wren doesn't trust me, and I don't blame her. I hid from her for a year, and now I am choosing to stay behind and speak to her parents. It has nothing to do with Macy, but I don't know how to make her see that.
She storms off, and two of the triplets shoot me a death glare before following her. Scarlett remains behind. Her arms are crossed over her chest, and I swear I see the faint outline of runes etched on her skin. I am staring at her skin, and I may have inched a little too close.
She shoves me back. "You have got to be the stupidest man alive," she groans. "Have you learned nothing in the past five hundred years?"
"First off, I am not five hundred years old. Secondly, no s*x clubs, and don't let her get too drunk." My finger is pointed right at her nose.
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