Knox's POVAfter I walked out of Layla's place, I handed the necklace to Mia. She barely looked at the pendant—just turned it over once, laughed, and said, "Honestly, it's kind of plain." Then she tossed it back.I shoved it into my pocket and took Mia to dinner. We strolled around the training camp afterward. Her fingers brushed against the back of my hand every now and then. She tilted her head up at me and smiled."Knox, thanks for today. Layla... she's really okay, right?""She's fine," I waved it off. "She'll get over it in a couple days."At midnight, my phone buzzed.I figured it was her. A text apologizing. That's how it always went—she'd hold out for a while, but she always cracked first. She'd come to me, voice small, eyes red, asking if I was still mad. And I'd let her off the hook because, well, she was Layla. She always came back.But this time, I opened the message and saw the words: "Knox. We're done. Forever."I stared at it for three full seconds. Then I snorted and t
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