Before I could even think about taking my bag, Ruben grabbed it. "We're taking you there."
Luis Miguel, who was still eerily quiet, took my second bag without a word.
Pedro clapped his hands together. "Alright, let's move! La reina needs an escort!"
I huffed a laugh, following them down the street.
As we walked, they kept throwing me glances, their old teasing nature creeping back in.
"You know," Gonzalo mused, "the scar actually makes you look kinda…"
"Careful," I warned.
"…mysterious," he finished still.
Pedro nodded. "Like a tragic beauty."
Ruben smirked. "A femme fatale."
I rolled my eyes, but the warmth in my chest was undeniable.
Then Luis Miguel spoke, and take it from me when I say I had never seen him this way before… This soft. "You're still the most beautiful girl in the pack."
Silence fell over the group. I turned to him, startled. But he wasn't looking at me. His gaze was fixed ahead, his grip tight around my bag.
