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Chapter 109
Author: Gem
last update2025-06-22 23:50:00

The ride back was quiet.

Too quiet.

Beverly sat in the passenger seat with a plastic bag of leftover fries and a paper cup sweating cold soda in her hand. Davion kept both hands on the wheel, eyes on the road, lips pressed into that same line he always wore when he was overthinking everything.

Which, let’s be real — was always.

The karaoke buzz had worn off. Or maybe he’d killed it the second they walked out of that little diner, shoulders snapping back into their usual armor, the same way soldiers probably reloaded guns.

She watched him from the corner of her eye, chewing on a fry.

“You know,” she said finally, “I’ve seen statues with more emotion.”

He didn’t look at her. “Eat your food.”

“I am,” she said. “But also, we need to talk.”

“That’s never a good sentence.”

“I’m serious, Davion.”

“I’m driving.”

“Cool. Then you can multi-task.”

He sighed. “What do you want me to say?”

Beverly shrugged. “Maybe why you keep switching between moody vampire energy and karaoke heartthrob every fiv
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