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KAYDEN I step out of the taxi, pulling the lapels of my coat over my neck as I open the umbrella. Because of course it’s raining, as per the UK’s shit weather. My phone vibrates and I stare at Jethro’s name and consider not replying. Yes, he got me Gareth’s location by hacking into his phone, which is why I’m by the archery range, but now, he should kindly fuck off. With a sigh, I pick up, fleetingly noticing the pretentious matte-green sports car parked by the entrance. “What do you want?” “Aside from you returning to US soil and abandoning all this nonsense?” “Aside from that, yes. Make it quick.” “You’re obsessing way too much over that kid. You need to reconsider this and see if you’re doing it for the right reasons at this point.” “If that’s all…” “Management is struggling, and Grant is making everyone's life hell. You should come back, even temporarily⁠—” “No.” I don’t even think about it, because I won’t. That would undoubtedly make me lose Gareth. He’s still trying to slip away