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Chapter 48: Talk About Outcasts and Rebels ~ Gwen ~ As I drove toward the edge of town, it occurred to me that I didn’t even have Leon’s number. We had been hanging out in the same circle for weeks, but we’d never actually exchanged contacts. I kept my eyes on the winding road leading up to Blackthorn Hollow—the high ground that overlooked all of RavenBane.

Gwen’s bedroom smells like vanilla candles and the faint citrus of her perfume. We’re sprawled on her bed like we used to when we were sixteen—legs tangled under a throw blanket, fairy lights glowing soft above the headboard. Snow has started again outside, tapping the window like impatient fingers. Gwen’s propped on pillows, phone in hand, scrolling through old photos of CK while she talks a mile a minute.

"And I can't blame her. Look at them. I've never seen a better looking couple, not even in the movies. Gwen always raves about my looks, but she's drop dead gorgeous and doesn't even realize it, but Steve does. He knew it even when she was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and jeans at the mall. He saw it before we did. This is going to be a romance for the ages!" Gwen had never been so nervous about the first day of school. She took a seat next to Charlotte and waited for attendance to be taken. The homeroom teacher, Ms. Angela Walker, looked over the room as she waited for quiet, and then she began. "Thomas Acker?" was the first name on her list. She glanced at him when he signaled that he was pr

He slides it toward Gwen. Gwen opens it. She looks at the pages and her face does something I haven’t seen it do in a long time. She closes the sketchbook and looks up at Damien. “She hasn’t drawn anything in six years,” she says. “I know,” he says. Gwen looks at me. I look back at her and I don’t say anything because there is nothing to say that the sketchbook hasn’t already said. She puts her mug down on the counter. “I’m going to get my bag,” she says and walks out of the kitchen.

It was cozy enough for private conversations, but lively enough that no one would pay attention to two women having lunch. I ordered a coffee and tried to sort through the thoughts that had been tormenting me since the night before. Getting put on leave, Marcus's proposal, Nate showing up out of nowhere with those strange flowers, Wanderer's messages getting deeper and deeper… everything felt like one impossible knot, as if my life had turned into an especially dramatic telenovela. Gwen arrived right on time, as always, bringing that positive energy that usually rubbed off on me. Today she looked elegant in a navy-blue blazer that contrasted perfectly with her hair, carrying a leather folder