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Sky whispers, “Of course he did.”“Till today, no one even knew I was there,” Mel whispers. “The gunshot. The horses. All of it — he took the blame.” She sighs deeply, regret and guilt shining in her eyes.Another secret Enrique doesn’t know about — shocking absolutely no one at this point. He told

Date = 14 AugustPlace = San Francisco (Black Pit)POV - EnriqueThe club is chaos. Not the wild, sweaty kind we built it for — but the kind with white ribbons and floral tape and people arguing over centerpieces. I spot River barefoot on one of the bars, trying to hang peach streamers with her teet

He goes rigid for a second. Then melts. His chin drops onto her head, his arms anchoring her. “You’re stuck with me, sis.”“He would have probably lectured Enrique for a good half-hour before handing you over,” he chuckles. “Maybe threw in a few threats.”“That’s your job now.”“Well,” he smiles fai

Jackson leans back, like grief is his throne. “You think knowing that would’ve made it easier?”“I think it would’ve made it honest.”He’s quiet. The kind of silence that bites.“I overheard Rosa,” I press, my pulse hammering.“Yeah, I heard.” Sky must have told him. Or Rosa. Everyone always tells h

If one puts it like that …“Fair,” I mutter. “Still. It sucks.”“Maybe we can stalk him?” I think out loud.His smile is a blade. “And that’s why I keep things to myself.”“No,” I murmur, “you like keeping secrets … treat them as if they have feelings.”He smirks faintly. “They do.”There’s a silenc