"Can you tell me who you're talking about?" I asked, causing him to freeze mid-step. "You mentioned it before—someone else did the killing. What do you mean by that? Is there someone… killing the people around you?" He stopped, trembling. Fear flickered in his eyes, and his hands shook.
"I–I…" I reached for his hand and gave him a small, reassuring smile.
"It's okay if you can't tell me right now. Just remember—I'm here. I'll listen whenever you're ready." Only then did it hit me: I don't fully know this version of the novel anymore. Some parts have changed. Some scenes never existed before.
"I don't want to be apart from you, Luna," he whispered, voice breaking. "I've grown attached to you… I don't want to be alone anymore."
I smiled faintly. "We'll see each other tomorrow anyway."
Oh, I'm so dead when I get home.
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When we stepped out of the restaurant, my heart nearly dropped. Seven guys stood waiting in front of us.
