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Chapter eighty five
Sierra’s POV I froze, caught between wanting to run and wanting to stay. His tone wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t warm either. It held something else—something I couldn’t quite place. “What are you doing out here?” I asked, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside me. Jayden took a step closer, the moonlight glinting in his eyes. “I could ask you the same thing. You’re not exactly dressed for a midnight stroll.” I glanced down at myself—bare feet, an oversized sweater, and shorts I’d thrown on in a rush. I must have looked ridiculous, but Jayden’s gaze wasn’t mocking. “I needed air,” I said simply, my arms tightening around myself. His eyes softened slightly, though his expression remained guarded. “You didn’t have to leave alone. It’s not safe.” I let out a humorless la
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