IVY POVI didn’t like how fast everything was moving.It felt rushed.Wrong.Like we were trying to leave before something caught up to us.“Arin, fold it properly,” I said, watching him struggle with his clothes.“I am folding it,” he muttered.“That’s not folding, that’s crumpling.”Mira, still sitting on the bed with pillows supporting her side, let out a small laugh.“He’s trying,” she said.“I can see that,” I replied, softer this time.Lucian stood near the door, arms crossed, watching everything. He hadn’t said much in the last few minutes, but I could feel it—his focus, his awareness.He wasn’t relaxed.Not even close.“You don’t have to rush,” Mira said quietly.I looked at her.“Yes, we do.”Her brows pulled together slightly.“Why?”I hesitated.Because I didn’t want to say it.Because saying it would make it real.“Because this place isn’t safe anymore,” I said finally.Arin paused what he was doing.“That Alpha guy again?”I didn’t answer directly.But I didn’t need to.
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