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GarrettAt daybreak the next morning, we get on a plane in Hermosillo. It’s a direct flight to Mexico City. Three hours. I should have called my dad before we left. It’s been almost twenty-four hours since Sedona disappeared, but there’s some part of me that needs to handle this on my own. Prove I’m capable of leading my own pack, keeping my sister safe.
Hopefully, I’m not putting Sedona at more risk by waiting to call him.
I stare at the golden head resting on my shoulder, the shiny waves cascading down Amber’s sleeping frame. She normally has her hair up, confined, out of reach. She holds back her trust the same way.
I finger a strand, rubbing the impossibly silky hair between my fingers.
Mine.
God, I want this little human. Not just to f**k, although that, too—definitely that. Bu
