Before I had time to probe any further, in Malcolm came, holding a cold drink up to my cheek.

“Why are you blushing?” he asked, a grin on his lips.

“I’m not blushing!” I insisted, grabbing the drink from his hand. “It’s just the reflection of the sunset.” But I felt my cheeks flush hotter, so I took a quick sip instead to try to center myself.

Malcolm sat next to me, and shortly after our food came out. We started eating, talking about everything that had affected the Pack and how things had been when Javier was younger. We talked like no time had passed, as if we hadn’t...