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I was glad Cole was coming with me.
Not just coming with me... he was driving. Which meant I could relax.
It was funny, in a way. Not because the situation itself was amusing—nothing about blood rituals and hunted gifts was—but because I suddenly realized how much I liked the idea of going out of the house today, and the fact that I had company.
As we pulled out of the pack grounds, the road stretching open before us, silence settled between us for quite a while. Not an uncomfortable one—just the kind that lingers when both people are thinking, but neither is ready to speak yet.
After what seemed like forever, I broke the silence first.
“So,” I said casually, resting my elbow against the door, “how’s Diana’s case going?”
Cole glanced at me.
Just… strangely. Like he was trying
