Mated at midnight
Deva Dee i ran away from the huntertogether for years, but he didn't know my real identityi just want to run awaydon't kill me just help me run away
It fit perfectly.
“Perfect fit,” I said.
He turned his wrist, inspecting it, “Thank you, Jay.”
“You’re welcome.” I smiled, feeling warm all over. “Wait… I got other stuff too.”
He arched his brow. “Oh?”
I reached into one of the other bags and pulled out the crocs, “For both of us too.”
He took it without speaking, eyes never leaving mine.
“Another one,” I announced as I pulled out a hoodie. Midnight gray, and soft as sin, with a stitched silver wolf emblem on the back.