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063: A Ride with The Enemy

Author: Juliet Muse
last update publish date: 2026-10-09 22:25:15

MILES’ POV

“Fuck off.” I shoot Tyson a murderous glare before turning my attention back to the flat tire, my frustration growing by the second.

How the hell does a tire go flat without me noticing?

Whatever. It’s a minor inconvenience, and I can deal with it.

“Give me a few minutes. I’ll change the tire.” I tell Noah, straightening up to face her.

She nods, although the worry written all over her face tells me she isn’t entirely convinced.

I head to the trunk and pop it open, searching for t
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  • A Deal With The King of Ice   063: A Ride with The Enemy

    MILES’ POV“Fuck off.” I shoot Tyson a murderous glare before turning my attention back to the flat tire, my frustration growing by the second. How the hell does a tire go flat without me noticing? Whatever. It’s a minor inconvenience, and I can deal with it.“Give me a few minutes. I’ll change the tire.” I tell Noah, straightening up to face her. She nods, although the worry written all over her face tells me she isn’t entirely convinced.I head to the trunk and pop it open, searching for the car jack and tire iron. I distinctly remember keeping them here for emergencies like this.But as I dig around, checking every corner, neither is anywhere to be found.Then I remember.Cross.The last time his car broke down, he borrowed my car jack and tire iron, promising to return them. The asshole never did, and I’d completely forgotten about it until now.“Fuck,” I mutter through clenched teeth, staring into the trunk as though the missing tools might magically appear if I glare hard en

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