I propped up on my elbows, watching him as he spoke. The moonlight traced the lines of his face, softer now, calmer, but his eyes were still restless.“What are we going to do now?” Derek asked again, quieter this time.I pushed myself up slowly, ignoring the ache in my body, the lingering heaviness of everything we had just done. My gaze dropped briefly to the ground between us, then back to him.“We leave,” I said simply.Derek blinked, like the answer wasn’t enough.“Leave?” he echoed. “Ethan, leave to where?”I opened my mouth, but he didn’t give me the chance to answer.“And what are you going to wear?” he added, gesturing at me. “You’re—” he cut himself off, dragging a hand through his hair, frustrated. “Your clothes are gone. Whatever that trap did to you... it destroyed everything.”I glanced down at myself, then back at him, a small smirk tugging at my lips despite everything.“It's just clothes. I’ll survive,” I said.“That’s not the point!” Derek snapped, his voice rising b
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