17
Haven
The gentle knock that fell on my door told me it could be no one else but Wick. Beau would’ve pounded, Cress would’ve walked in without even knocking, and no way would Fox come near me after seeing me tear up. Nothing scared him off like crying girls.
I sighed because it seemed too rude to tell Wick to f**k off since he hadn’t done anything wrong, even though I just wanted to be left alone.
Well played, cousins. Well played.
Wiping at my eyes, I mumbled, “It’s open.”
The door slowly floated inward, but he didn’t come inside. Leaning against the doorjamb, he crossed his arms over his chest and watched me from worried eyes. “They’re still here, stealing food from our kitchen. You want me to kick them out?”
I smiled through my tears and shook my head. The way he said our kitch
