"Where have you been!" Ava screamed the moment she burst through the door. Her face was flushed, her chest heaving as if she’d run miles. "I’ve searched every corner for hours! I even drove back to the pack house thinking you’d left. I thought you were dead or kidnapped!"
I stared at my scuffed shoes, the ache in my back a sharp reminder of Logan’s grip. "I got held up by those guys," I muttered. The words felt heavy. I couldn't bring myself to tell her I’d been shoved into a dark closet like an unwanted toy.
Ava tapped her foot, her eyes wide and frantic. "What is your deal with them? Why do they hate you so much?"
"Old friends." My voice was a hollow shell. It was easier than explaining that my "old friends" were an ex-mate and a cousin who wanted me erased from existence.
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