Oh no.
Immediately no.
Not because I didn’t like Rachel.
Gods, no.
Rachel was sweet.
Which was exactly why the terrified look in her eyes made dread slide violently down my spine.
“I’m sorry to bother you,” she said quickly. “Can I talk to you for just a second?”
And how the hell was I supposed to tell her no?
That girl was my responsibility.
My pack.
My drama could wait another minute.
Not like I could do much about my own disaster anyway.
Plus my disaster was somehow tied to her disaster.
“Sure,” I answered softer now. “What’s wrong?”
Rachel hesitated.
Fuck.
What now?
I tried offering her what was probably supposed to be a reassuring smile even though emotionally I currently had the stability of wet cardboard.
Rachel swallowed hard.
Then her eyes filled with tears.
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