“Huh?” Milka stared, completely thrown off. Her??

Mars reached for Milka's hand, only to realize how cold her fingers were. He looked at her again, his big hand wrapping around hers, sharing his warmth. "I told you, there's no one else. Didn't you believe me?"

Milka mumbled, "No, I just forgot."

Mars studied her face. He'd meant to tease her, maybe get her to snap at him, but instead, he saw another side of her—soft, uncertain, way more vulnerable than he'd realized.

Milka really had zero sense of security.

“So, what did you all talk about today?" Mars switched gears, hoping to lighten things up.

That question triggered something in Milka. “You said Annie was violent, right? Well, I asked around today, and turns out, she's not at all.”

"Who'd you ask?” Mars raised an eyebrow.

honestly, "The three of

you serious? Do you even know who you were talking to? If Annie ever went up against Mia, Annie would

do you mean?” Milka

other waving in the air. “I mean Mia's way tougher than Annie. If it

gentle, always smiling. “No

fighting, she practically has her own


Cedillo family troublemakers. Mia, Molly, Leo, Anya, Henry—the whole crew. Don't believe me? Ask Annie.

So much for judging

fully convinced. “Mars, are

also—” He almost spilled another secret, but caught himself. "Honestly, out of everyone at dinner today, you're the only one who hasn't gotten a taste of police hospitality. The rest? They're basically on a first-name basis with

never gets in trouble. Even if he gets dragged into

“His dad's the deputy chief at the

just sat

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