Chapter 63

SLOANE

“Hmm… is it just me, or is it getting awkward in here?” Mateo set his coffee on the table.

I shot him a glare that could cut glass.

“What?” he said, unfazed. “I’m just asking.”

“Shut up,” I hissed, kicking his feet under the table.

I shouldn’t care. Zane is still pissed at me, and I probably deserve it. But when he asked that question last night, I couldn’t answer. I still couldn’t.

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