Brielle's POV “Young master Jayden asked me to take you home,” the guard said.Camiella looked back at me and smiled, her face going a little red. I stood there on the driveway, watching the guard hold the door open for her, and felt this sharp, annoying pinch in my chest. I was jealous. I hated admitting it, but I totally was.“That’s nice,” I muttered, keeping my voice down.Instead of getting in, Cam stepped back and grabbed my hand. Her eyes were already watering. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, hugging me tight and burying her hand in the back of my hair. “Thank you, Brielle.”“For what?” I asked, my mood dropping into something heavy and quiet.She always did this. Camiella didn’t need some supernatural wolf radar to know when my head was spinning; she could pick up on it from a mile away.“No one has ever looked out for me the way you do,” she said, pulling back just enough to look at me. “And I’m never letting anything mess up our bond. Not even Jayden.”“I didn’t even mention Jay
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