Page 37 of From Our Ashes


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a song huh

what’s got you vibing these days

Pet

Lucky by Zedd and Remi Wolf

I’d ask if you’ve heard it but since you’re a thousand years old and make the word vibing sound incredibly awkward I’m gonna go with no

“Little shit,” I muttered under my breath, a laugh slipping out as I pulled up the lyrics on my laptop.

“Still working?” Henry asked.

My eyes skimmed the words, my grin widening as I picked up my phone and typed quickly.

Me

of course I have

and really?

so who are you clutching your pillow to these days? me?

I’m flattered but I guess it’s nice to know you don’t regret it

I lifted my eyes back to my brother. “Sorry?”

Henry was squinting again.

My phone buzzed in my hand.

Pet

ooooh we’re playing the cocky asshole game today?

my bad

let me think up an appropriate comeback

I laughed out loud before I could help myself, then pressed my lips together as I took in Henry’s expression.

A slow grin spread across his face. “Oh, hello, teenage Sebastian!” he said with mock surprise. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. Let me take a wild guess.” He looked pointedly at my phone, not even trying to hide his amusement. “Are you maybe texting our brother-in-law right now?”

“No,” I said too quickly.

My phone buzzed again, and our eyes dropped to it at the same time. We both reached for it, but thankfully I got there first, clutching it to my chest.

“You’re so full of shit,” Henry said, pointing. “You’re totally texting him right now.”

“So what if I was? I can’t text him?”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is?”

“Five minutes ago you were acting like a fucking robot with yourboyfriend”—he jerked his thumb toward the door Luca had walked out of—“and now you’re here giggling and kicking your fucking feet while texting yourex? Shit, Ash, I’m about to blast Madonna and pull out the neon pink nail polish.”

“That’s not what’s happening.” I rolled my eyes and pocketed my phone to keep it out of his reach. “Ethan is just fun. You know this. He’s your fucking best friend now—apparently,” Isaid, trying my damnedest not to sound bitter. “And we know each other. It’s different with him.”