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I had a bit of a whiplash when I met them for dinner one time. My uncle—who people compare to a stoic, emotionless robot—nearly chased me away because his man was talking to me longer than he liked. Which was five minutes tops. I hear a rustle from his side and a small hum before he says, “We’ll talk again at a reasonable hour. In the meantime, think carefully about the clusterfuck you’re getting yourself into because of a girl you’ve only just met. Is she worth it?” After my uncle hangs up, I stare at the town for what seems like hours, contemplating his last question. Logically, Dahlia is not worth it. She’s a hassle and brings nothing to the table. She’s not even part of Graystone’s elite, like Isabella or any of the other girls vying for my attention, who I could use in my power play. But fuck if I can use logic when it comes to her. I tried that before and it only backfired. My phone lights up with notifications from the group chat. JUDE Pres? What did you do to Osborn? @Kane Dave