Dean POV
Tate and Cade appeared to be handling the situation better than me, their calm demeanor contrasting with the unease that settled in my gut. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake off this nagging feeling. We were determined to protect her, and our entire family stood by our side. But deep within me, I sensed that facing her sister, confronting the demons, was a battle reserved for Calista, and the three of us. It wasn't a premonition, just an instinct that resonated within me. This battle felt personal, and I couldn't shake off the fear that not all of us would emerge unscathed.
As we walked, Calista's hand found mine, pulling it out of my pocket, interrupting my attempt to reach for my cigarettes. "Sorry," I muttered, realizing she was aware of my reasons for smoking.
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