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We watch as Blithe reunites with Harlyn’s little sister Anya. She called him dad and jumped into his arms, shocking everyone.

It all makes sense to me now. How both Har and Anya took to Res and were so kind to him without knowing him. It seems they grew up on stories of him. Of us.

That’s not why I’m pissed off though. Rex is here, inside my father’s home treating Harlyn as if he’s glass.

Did you take your medicine?

Did I bring everything you need?

Do we need to go to the store?

Maybe you should just come home.

His home is with me, but I don’t say that. Not yet. I have to remind Harlyn of why we were it in the first place.

Shaides seething, practically lighting the floor on fire beneath his shoes as he tries to hold his tongue. Because in walked Pillar-the missing child-at Anya’s side. He greeted Har the same way Anya greeted Blithe. The relationship is curious indeed.

I knew they were close after they met, but to take him in is a different situation.

It takes Harlyn a lot of convincing to get Rex out of our house once he helps carry in his things. I let out a breath when he goes.

I walked past his room a couple times by pure coincidence and seen an impressive tech set up. I also heard the name Lane more than once, but I let him have his fun and space for now.

I'm not sure what he needs all of that stuff for, or what he'll be doing with it. But I suppose, I never really knew what was going on in that head of his. I smile as a memory surfaces to the forefront of my mind, from a time when I believed I hated his guts.

Harlyn’s reading again when I walk into the club. He does that a lot, instead of I don’t know, his job!

“Work isn’t the time to catch up on your fantasy and romance, put that away and get to work.”

“Technically my shift doesn’t start for another ten minutes, and it’s a book on how to rebuild a car engine.”

He corrects.

“Umm… why? Do u even have a car?”

“No.”

He answers simply and turns the page.

“So why read it?”

“Information.”

“You’re strange and I don’t trust you.”

“And you’re beautiful.”

Harlyn says, not missing a beat.

The sudden change of topic gives me whiplash. “What?”

I sputter.

“What.”

With narrowed eyes I stomp away. When I’m out of eye shot I turn, looking over my shoulder in time to catch him smiling down at his book. My stomach flutters and I scowl.

I think even then, I knew that he was nestling himself into my soul and that’s why I ran like my ass on fire.