SETH’S POV“He’s here!” Miguel screamed. As soon as he’d heard the screeching of tires right outside the rink, my blood boiled from rage and fear as I yanked his arm backwards, slamming his back against the wall, my palms covering his mouth.“No… you keep your voice down until I see it’s him,” I warned sternly, my eyes narrowed back towards the entrance.“Miguel?” Zenya’s curt voice called out, although still sounded just as cold and irritating to me. I sure wouldn’t miss the fact that it had a hint of fear to them!“It’s you,” I responded, pulling my palms off Miguel’s lips.He rushed towards Zenya, eyes scanning through his entire body slowly and gently as though searching for any trace of injury.“You… were you hurt?” Miguel asked, his eyes bulging out of their sockets as I approached them, holding my breath as well.“I’m not. But there’s a little trouble—let’s get outta here first,” Zenya asserted hastily, eyes darting around as though waiting for someone to jump out in the shadow
Last Updated : 2026-01-17
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