I reach over to brush a strand of hair from her face, freezing at the sound of her voice.
“Not gonna happen,” Haven mumbles.
“I wasn’t?—“
She rolls her head to the side to look up at me. “Aren’t you tired?”
“Fucking exhausted.” I trail my knuckles down the side of her face. She leans into the touch, the gleam of light vanishing from her eyes as she shuts them.
“Then go to sleep,” she mumbles.
“Soon as I stop wondering if this is real.”
“Guess your feet don’t hurt as much as mine.”
“Everything hurts.”
She huffs out a resigned breath, and rolls onto her back. Staring up at me, she tucks her arm behind her head and murmurs, “Why’d you do it?”
I let my hand drop to her stomach. “You’ll have to narrow it down a little, Heavenly.”
“Trashing my room.” Her mouth purses.
“Fuck,” I groan, twisting away from her to fall onto my back. Washing my hands over my face, scrubbing my fingers through my hair, I mutter out, “I don’t know. I don’t even remember much of it.”
“So you just blacked out and wrecked my room for no reason?”
“Notnoreason.”
“What reason then?”
“Jesus, where do I start?”
“It was the letter, wasn’t it?” Her voice drops, thickening. “God, Kai, I wassixteen. You know what an idiot you are at sixteen? I mean, I still thought?—”
“Has nothing to do with that,” I cut in harshly. “I told you to fuck off anyway, so we’re even.”
“So why?—”
“Christ,” I grunt at her, because how am I supposed to put into the words what I felt last night when I tore through her room, destroying everything?
I lied. I do remember.
How alive I felt.
Howin control.
Briefly, but so vividly.
I laugh dryly. “I don’t want to hate you, but you make it so fucking easy.”
“Wow,” she scoffs through a laugh. “You’re a real piece of work.”
“No onepisses me off as much as you do.”
“No one?” She says, dead serious now. “Not even Ezra?”
A shudder goes through my fucking soul at the sound of his name.
