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“Well, I tell you what, it will be a cold day in hell before I help anyone from your fuckin’ pack again.”

“Come on, don’t say that. Abel knows he was wrong. Narah told him he was being an idiot. You were just the first person he thought of.”

Which was interesting. Because people who immediately thought they would be betrayed usually exhibited that same behavior themselves.

“Okay,” I said solemnly, turning away from him. “I’ll see you around.”

“Wait,” he said, reaching through the window and grabbing hold of my shoulder.

I looked at his hand, and he instantly moved it.

“Just wait, all right? I need to talk to you about Cole.”

“We had words on Saturday, so me and Cole are⁠—”

“Yeah, he said. He came and accused me of trying to purposely screw up his relationship with you since my loyalty is to Justin.”

“What?”

“I know. Ridiculous. Why would I care?”

“I think he needs to realize this isn’t the seventh grade.”

Reggie scoffed. “I agree.”

“Did he apologize?”

“He did.”

“Good, then.” I left him, heading up my driveway.

“Will you please wait?” he yelled at me from the car.

I kept walking.

“Evan, Cole’s little brother, was taken to the hospital in Ronceverte, because he had a seizure and was spitting up blood. He’s been there since early Saturday afternoon.”

I turned to face him, worried as well as annoyed now, and yelled, “How the hell do you not lead with that?”

“Shit, yeah, sorry.”

I ran back to the side of the car. “Have they gotten the seizures under control?”

“Not completely, but they’re not as frequent. It’s taken a lot out of him.”

“Is Cole with him now?”

“Yeah. I actually came by to see if you wanted to go to the hospital with me. I’m headed there now.”

“I don’t know that Cole would want me there.”

“I’m sure he would.”

“You don’t know what I said to him or what he said back.”

“I’m sure it was the same shit I say to him about taking the pack from Abel.”

I squinted at him. “Are you allowed to say that and not be murdered for treason or something? Abel could call for your head, couldn’t he?”