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You’re ready.

I see it in him too.

He exhales, long and controlled, like he’s pulling the entire room into silence with him.

“Silverfang.”

One word.

But it doesn’t land like speech.

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  • The Way He Looked at Me   164

    That was genuinely one of the kindest things anyone had done for me in a while, especially after I'd basically told her I was bad at being a person. We exchanged numbers, and then I grabbed my drink and slipped out of Tranquil Brew before I could make things any more uncomfortable.The morning air hit me, and I exhaled.My skin felt too tight, the way it did whenever I let someone in even just a little. And underneath that, something quieter: a familiar guilt. My mother would have loved Sarah. She would have told me to hold onto people like that, to let them in, to stop building walls around myself and calling it protection.Instead, here I was, walking down the sidewalk to sit on a bench across from my workplace, sipping iced coffee, watching the hardware store like it owed me something.

  • The Way He Looked at Me   163

    "Understood, Dave." My legs trembled beneath me as I rose. A part of me wanted to run and I despised myself for even thinking about it. Pain was supposed to build you. That was what he always said.I had nearly reached the door when his voice stopped me cold."Jace."I turned. "Yes, Dave?""Keep this between us. I'll tell your mother you went out hunting. If she finds out you need to be disciplined, it'll destroy her. You don't want to be the reason she cries, do you?""No, Dave." Hurting her was the last thing I ever wanted. "She won't hear it from me."My eyes snapped open.I lay still, staring at the ceiling, le

  • The Way He Looked at Me   162

    Jace povThe stranger with the dark hair wouldn’t leave my mind.Days had passed since I went into town, yet I still remembered the way he looked at me. His eyes stayed with me the most gray, distant, and painfully sad, like life had already broken him long ago.I didn’t know why I kept thinking about him.People in town usually looked at me with fear, disgust, or suspicion. Others looked at me with hunger, the same way Bruce always did whenever he wanted me in his bed again.But this man had looked at me differently.Like he was trying to understand me.Like he saw something beneath the silence.

  • The Way He Looked at Me   161

    This was a hardware store, not some dark alley. He wasn’t going to hurt me here.Trying to act normal, I quickly moved behind the register again. “Did you find everything okay?” I asked softly.Of course, he said nothing.He simply began placing his items on the counter tools, paint stain, brushes, and other supplies. Behind him sat a flat cart loaded with wood and propane tanks.I searched my brain for conversation, but every thought disappeared under the pressure of his stare.Because he kept staring.The entire time.While I scanned each item, his eyes never left me once.

  • The Way He Looked at Me   160

    The two men exchanged a look before one of them muttered, “I have no idea what his problem is. The guy barely says a word. Something’s definitely off about him.”I almost laughed at the irony. To me, they were the ones acting strange, judging someone they didn’t even know. People always found it easy to criticize anyone who lived differently from them. Addiction, mental struggles, skin color, love anything could become a reason to look down on someone. I had seen it happen over and over again, so often that it no longer shocked me. It only deepened the dull ache that already lived inside me.Their voices faded into background noise as my attention stayed fixed on the door. Then he finally appeared.The man stepped outside carrying a bag, tossed it into his truck, and walked down the road with

  • The Way He Looked at Me   159

    Tim povOf all the towns in New York, I chose the one called Tranquility.I'd like to say it was fate. Honestly, it was desperation and a map spread across my kitchen table at two in the morning, my finger dragging across town names until one of them made me pause. Leaving the state had crossed my mind starting over somewhere no one knew my face or my history but something always stopped me. Some invisible thread stitched into my chest, pulling taut every time I thought about crossing that border.New York was hers.My mother's laugh had bounced off these walls. Her voice had floated through these nights. I could still see us curled up past midnight, a bowl of popcorn between us drowning in butter and seasoned salt, talking about everything and nothing the way best friends do. She had looked me in the eyes in this state and told me that nothing I could ever say or do would make her love me less. Those words had given a twelve-year-old boy just enough courage to tell her the truth

  • The Way He Looked at Me   Chapter 41

    The Bennetts explode from the kitchen, Santa and Mrs. Claus headbands in place, eyes wide with manic holiday energy. Jace dives in, bouncing around like he belongs, leaving me to be dragged along in the chaos.I catch Tyler’s eyesoft, endless, too magneticand he mouths,

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  • The Way He Looked at Me   Chapter 43

    “Shhhh,” I gasp between giggles, “your parents will hear”He silences me with his lips.A kiss that crushes me. Long, heavy, paralyzing. The kind that drills past the teeth and tongue and digs straight into your chest, makes your heart stall and your br

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  • The Way He Looked at Me   Chapter 37

    Tyler BennettI’m full achingly, overwhelmingly full. The feeling swallows everything else. Pressure. Depth. A slow, relentless pull that roots me in place and makes it impossible to think beyond the moment. I don’t want it to end. I don’t want him to stop.

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  • The Way He Looked at Me   Chapter 31

    Night is already bleeding into the sky by the time we pull up to his place. Twilight, rain coming down hard because this is Montreal, and of course it’s raining. Water slams against the windshield in relentless sheets, swallowed and erased by wipers working overtime. For half a second, Thic

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