She never told Alaric her birthday, did she? And Alaric never celebrated it with her either.

So, how on earth did he know her birthday?

Wait, that's not even the main issue. The real question is, why would he use her birthday as his phone's passcode?

This guy must be nuts!

Hertha was flabbergasted as she scrolled through the call log, her eyes nearly popping out when she saw the top entry-a junkyard!

No way!

The number Alaric had called was for a junkyard!

Was he planning to sell her car as scrap?

reeling from her discovery. Snapping back to reality, Hertha lifted her phone to chuck it at him, each word

and not his face. Had he not anticipated her throw,

chuckle, "Could you maybe aim somewhere other than the face next

only do you bail after hooking up, now you're trying to sell my car! What does my car have

fuming, her chest heaving with

you're the one pushing me away," Alaric

steam practically coming out of her ears, "Can you not be such

Alaric pointed out, touching his

unable to vent or swallow. She was on the

such matters in

about his reputation,

to make sure no one was paying attention to them, Hertha's anger subsided a bit. She moved closer

They're probably halfway here by now," Alaric replied, puzzled,

right do you have to

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