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GARETH “How long will you keep following me?” Simone and the guy stop in their tracks as I turn around to face them. I mostly ignored them over the past few days when they shadowed me on my walks or errands or when I was shooting arrows. But now, I’m annoyed. Or too stuffed. Or just murderous. At any rate, I’m in desperate need of a distraction. The wind blows along the edge of the lake near my parents’ house, pushing strands of hair into my eyes. I should cut it. And maybe carve out my goddamn heart while I’m at it. The guy takes a few steps back, clearly deferring to Simone, signaling she’s in charge. It’s not like I’d get much out of him anyway. They delivered Medusa to the Heathens’ mansion, conveniently missing the dashcam memory cards—likely Declan’s doing, covering his tracks. Not sure why he took the interior camera’s card, though. Simone also asked if I wanted to see Moka. As much as I want to, she’s with Kayden, and I’ve made a vow never to see that man again. And I won’t. Be