EMILY’S POV
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“I don’t think so .” Haiden deadpans as my fingers comb through the open slots between Nico’s . Nico pulls me back by a soft tag on my hand and I spin on my heel , inhaling a deep breath at the sight of Haiden’s pissed off and determined expression . “What do you f*****g mean by you don’t think so ?” Nico growls, his hand tensing and he squeezes my hand while inching closer to Haiden. I can feel his anger breaking through our bond, and I carry it like my own . Both of our anger mixed is like a fire spreading through wild fire .
Haiden’s gaze falls upon me , “Peace, or truth .” He threatens and my heart sinks into my stomach . “Truth about what ?” Nico asks curiously . “Nothing , he’s trying to manipulate me .” I sneer , inching closer and I stop in front of Nico , my hand
