Mabel’s POV“I thought you’d already left with Zane.”That voice turned every head in our little group. Sullivan. Calm, deep, and aimed straight at me.I blinked, caught off guard, then forced myself to answer. “I… already promised lunch with them.” My hand swept toward Nena and Nessa. “We’re going for ramen at the square.”“Then I’ll join you,” Sullivan said without hesitation.Nena’s eyes nearly popped. Nessa froze, nodding too fast, like a wind-up doll.“Uh, sure,” I managed. “If you don’t mind street food.”His smile was quick, sharp. “Excellent.”I swallowed. The future Alpha of the Midnight Guardians wanted noodles in a paper cup. With us. With me.People streamed away from the field in waves, headed for the square or ducking into shops. The festival smells—sweet batt
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