ELIJAH'S POV:I had so many questions, I wondered when I’d be able to ask.“Guess the great Elijah Martinez finally lost his charm,” I heard a voice say as I sat outside by the pool just staring into the water as I pictured things.I turned, watching Jacob stroll into the room with his usual careless ease. He wore a grey hoodie and jeans, his hair tousled as if he’d just rolled out of bed. He didn’t even knock anymore not like he ever had to.“I heard the shrieking from halfway down the street,” he said, eyeing the empty glasses and half-opened bottle of Macallan. “I thought about running, but then I remembered you’re too stubborn to get killed by anyone except yourself.”“Funny,” I muttered, sinking into the armchair. “Your timing is terrible.”“On the contrary,” he said, plopping onto the chsir opposite me. “I’m just in time for the emotional aftermath. So,” he nodded toward the door, “they’re gone?”“Yeah,” I exhaled, rubbing my temples. “All of them.”He smirked. “Including Janet?
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