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I walked slowly.
Honestly, I could've teleported or asked for a ride spell or just begged Noah to drag me over to Grandpa Venus's place.
But nope.
Here I was, strolling down this annoyingly peaceful path, leaves crunching under my foot as birds chirped like I wasn't in a constant state of identity crisis.
It was late in the night.
That weird hour where the world hadn't fully slept, and everything felt heavy. Even my steps sounded louder than usual.
Ever since I left the house, I'd been thinking about how awkward this was going to be.
Me.
Lucas.
In the same place.
No death match this time.
Just a visit to the oldest, creepiest man in the Romero family tree.
Yay.
I rubbed the back of my neck, the memory of Lucas almost crushing me in that virtual reality competition still fresh in my head.
My pride?
Buried.
My ego?
Six feet under.
My will to interact with him?
Currently in rehab.
