“My old paints and brushes,” I replied. “She wants to be me so desperately—she might as well have the leftovers.”
He didn’t yet know that I’d already filed the paperwork assigning him as her wolf knight. He belonged to her now. He always had.
“And you?” he asked quietly, tightening his hold on the box.
“I’ll be fine,” I said with a small, unbothered smile. “Moving out isn’t as hard as people think.”
It was a lie. But it was also the last thing I’d ever say to him.
When he turned back, bandages stiff and blood crusted at the edges, his voice was low. “Where are you moving? Give me your address. I’ll come by once I deliver this.”
I met his gaze, unreadable. “I’ll tell you later.”
But there was no later.
As soon as he left, I took out my phone, broke the SIM card clean in half, and tossed it through the open window of the moving car. The wind caught it, carrying it into the trees—scattering every trace of me.
By the time he returned, I was already gone.
