CELINA'S POV
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"Are you sure you want to go?" Logan asks for about the fifth time in two minutes. Rolling my eyes, my tongue drags in between my teeth, "I'm sure. She's been awfully...kind is the word I'm looking for, but it doesn't feel right to say that about Dalia. She's been pleasant." Logan's huff echoes through the speakers of my phone, "I'll be fine, you can even come down to check for yourself." I add to make him feel more at ease, but what I didn't expect was for him to say, "I think I just might."
"I'm leaving now," I chirp while getting into the car. "Drive safely, Northstar." My eyes roll again-- with him in my life, with this rate, in a few months, they might just roll right out of my damn head. "No," I taunt, "I'm driving around every corner on two wheels." Before he cou
