Chapter 32. The Harrow

Wren POV

He texted me at 12:51 on Sunday.

STALKER: Done. Coming over. Term 7.

I'd been sitting on my bed since eleven, staring at my phone, with a pill jar on the closet shelf and a nosebleed's worth of tissues in the wastebasket and my whole body still aching from the meadow. A good ache. The kind you get after swimming. I kept flexing my fingers and remembering paws.

He came up the stairs two at a time and sat on the floor with his back against my bed, the way he always did now. He looked like he hadn't slept.

"Kenzie told her father," he said. "Her father told mine."

I'd known it was coming. My stomach still dropped.

What did you say?

"That Kenzie's been jealous since sophomore year. That you wear my clothes. That you smell like me because you're with me." His jaw worked. "That if Kenzie wants to sniff my girlfriend in a bathroom, maybe someone sho