“Ryder, come with me to the store,” she said.
I blinked at her. “What?”
“I need to get some clothes,” she repeated.
I sighed. “Go alone.” I leaned against the doorway. “Why are you disturbing me at this hour?”
Delilah scoffed. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because last time I went out alone, Alistair nearly killed me? Or have you forgotten about the Rutherford family lurking around, waiting for another chance to strike?” She narrowed her eyes at me. “Or do you want me to get attacked again?”
I exhaled. “Fine. I’m coming.”
“Great,” she said, just then she gripped the door. “Come out like that.”
I looked down at myself—sweatpants, no shirt. “I need to change.”
She waved her hand. “No, just come as you are. It’s late; no one will care.”
“I’m not stepping out like this,” I insisted.
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