Page 11 of Shattered


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Savi changed the group name to Savi and the Four Asses

Miles

That’s very cute, Savi.

Savi

I thought so. If the shoe fits…

Travis

Well, this ass thinks it’s time you and Knox started to get along and put aside your childish differences.

Jake

I agree. It was hard enough being in the same room as you two when he visited, but now that he’s moved back home, we are going to be seeing a lot more of him. You can use this time to get over your problems with each other.

Ryder

Just give it a few days. If it becomes too much for you, then I’m sure you will have no problem kicking him out.

Miles

He’s my best friend, Sav. For me, just try to get along?

Sighing, I type out my response.

Savi

I didn’t throw his ass out and told him he could stay. You owe me.

Jake

Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?

Savi

You have no idea.

Miles

Thank you, Sav. Who knows? Maybe the two of you will become besties.

Ryder

Let’s not go that far. If they are both still alive after this, I call it a win.

Ryder inserts a laughing emoji, and I roll my eyes at their clueless humor.

They have no idea what they’ve done by throwing us together. I can already feel the energy shifting around me. Tiny licks of the flame nipping at my skin, just waiting for me to walk into the inferno.

Dropping my phone on the nightstand, I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed. By the time I finally climb under the covers, my thoughts are a tangled mess, spiraling around how I’m going to survive the next few weeks. The secret that binds us is just waiting in the dark—either to destroy us or set us free once and for all.

I curl up on my side and stare out the windows that line my entire back wall, and, like always, I keep the white curtains open so I can wake up to the ocean view.

A light goes out, and my eyes drift to the guesthouse, and it’s then that I realize I have the perfect view of his bedroom as a soft glow from the bedside lamp comes on.

His silhouette appears behind the thin curtains framing the window. I can’t help but watch, mesmerized by the dominant stature of this man. Even this far away and in the shadows, I can trace each line and curve of him by memory.