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As though summoned by my thoughts, I felt it the second Noah’s gaze landed on me. My traitorous body responded, the hair on the back of my neck lifting and my heart picking up speed. Instead of giving in to the keening need begging me to look at him, I turned the other way.

“Dove...”

“Fuck off, knobhead. She doesn’t want to see you right now.” Moira’s fierceness eclipsed her size a hundred times over. And I didn’t stop her, even though the bond between Noah and me begged me to acknowledge our connection.

“Nice one,” Kingston said, holding up his hand for a high five.

Moira eyed his palm with distaste. “Nope.”

He shrugged and wrapped his arm back around my waist.

Noah tried to catch my eye one more time. “Sunday... please. You don’t understand—”

“You heard the witch. Fuck off. Sunday doesn’t need you anymore.”