Carlos Sainz didn’t ask for this.
He didn’t ask for Forks High.
He didn’t ask for the damp climate that turned his hair into a frizzy halo of spite.
He didn’t ask to be paired with the strangest man he’d ever met for biology lab.
And he definitely, absolutely, did not ask to be stared at like he was a five-course meal at a Michelin-starred blood buffet.
But here he was.

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