When Rafe strides away, Jesse finishes dressing and sits down on his bunk, patting the spot next to him in invitation. Knowing I can’t avoid it, I sigh and sit down. “Come on, Ari,” he says, friendly but stern. “Spill. I know something’s up.” “It’s nothing,” I mutter, not able to look him in the
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