Chapter 20

I want to pitch the males in my entourage over the hedge along the path to the Research and Technology Center. Aside from Kyle, they run their mouths incessantly, flirting with the females who flock to me, trying to insinuate themselves into my orbit. I am walking status after all.

The scavenger has my earbuds, so I can’t block them out like usual.

My mate has my earbuds.

My chest warms, and my muscles itch. I’m walking in the wrong direction, away from where she disappeared. I have no choice but to force myself to keep going, but I’m trudging against a current—biology, Fate, both—I don’t know.

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