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I like sweet reggae, and you can't go wrong with the combination of Kevin Hart and Dwayne Johnson. Malik is discreetly join Malik who is lying on the sunbeds, with his huge sunglasses and a popsicle. "Can I have one?" I startle him. "Wow, you look stunning! Be careful with my heart, please," he says, almost aloud that everyone turn to our direction. "Thank you," I respond while taking a seat next bed. "Care to join?" He offers me another popsicle, and I quickly peel it off. Glancing away, I spot Liam laughing briefly. He's standing between Jamal and Sam who are busy tending the beef. He watches me momentarily, and what I see doesn't leave me indifferent.

I guess even she agrees with me. We drive for what feels like hours, the monotonous road stretching out in front of us, when I hear Jamal let out a loud laugh as it reverberates around the car, echoing off the windows. “Phew, we have just left the pack territory,” he tells me playfully jabbing his arm into mine. I smile, relaxing a little, but until I can call Gabriel, I can’t fully relax. I also don’t want Jamal to know about the money or the phone just yet. I feel it’s important I keep hold of that little nugget.

I hope we never meet again. As soon as I hit the water, I swam quickly towards the shore. There, in the blind spot of Fenris and Caspian, a black SUV was waiting for me. High above, the gut-wrenching screams of Fenris and Caspian echoed as they scrambled frantically toward the edge of the cliff. "EMMA!!!"

CHAPTER FIFTEEN — WEEKEND ESCAPE Saturday morning arrived with a rare calm. The city was just beginning to stir, and Yara felt a lightness she hadn’t experienced in years. Her phone buzzed gently. “Meet me at 10? I have a little plan.” —Jamal She smiled, shaking her head. “A plan? This I have to see.” By 10:15 a.m., she arrived at a small botanical garden Jamal had chosen—a quiet oasis tucked away from the bustling city. He was waiting near the entrance, holding two iced coffees, dressed casually in a white shirt and jeans.

"You really messed that asshole up. I almost didn't know who he was." "He deserved it," I said, my voice low and angry. "He hurt her." "Hey, I'm not saying he didn't," Jamal said, holding up his hands. "I'm just saying... wow." He bent down and put the key into the small lock on Zara's collar. He turned the key, and the collar snapped open and fell to the ground with a heavy sound. Jamal looked down at it, making a face. "These things are just... gross.”

Then she followed Stefan out. Through the window I watched them get on his bike. Amanda tucked herself behind him and said something near his ear and Stefan laughed. Both of them suspiciously animated for people who were supposed to be tired. Both of them failing to hide the flush in their faces as they pulled out of the lot and disappeared. I looked at Jamal. He looked at me. “Go,” he said. “Rest. Eat something real. Come back in a week and try not to get anyone killed in the meantime.”

"Tell that to Jacob." "Sarah doesn't blame you, Beth also doesn't. Jacob is just being a little shit." "And he has reason to be. I was a horrible brother to him." Jamal sighs, "Can we stop talking about this, shit is getting depressing." "You started it." "Anyways," Jamal stands up and takes out a phone from his back pocket. "You said you didn't have a phone." He hands Nico a fairly used iPhone 6. Nico collects it, "Thanks bro,"

“You can call him and tell him that I’m interested.” A wide smile plastered across Jamal’s face. “Good.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Are you happy now?” He nodded, pulling me into a warm embrace. “Yes.” I bit my inner lips to stop myself from smiling as I gently pushed him away. “You’re sweaty. Go and take a shower before you hug me.” “Fair enough.” He laughed as he let go of me. “Are you leaving today?” Jamal nodded. “Yes, I have to go back home to prepare for my California event.”