Cruz:
The phone buzzed around six that afternoon. I was still nursing my dinner Avery cooked and the ache in my arm that reminded me with every breath that I hadn’t been fast enough. The sun dipped low, painting the windows gold, and for a few hours, the world had felt like it belonged to just me and her.
But peace never stayed long in my world.
Prez flashed on my phone in big ugly letters.
I let it ring once… twice. Then I picked up with a clipped, “Yeah?”
His voice came through calm, casual, which immediately made me suspicious.
“Hey, kid. You alive?”
I snorted. “Takes more than a bullet to stop me.”
“That’s what they all say right before they bleed out in the driveway,” he muttered. “Knox told me you took one. Said you were too banged up to swing by the club today.”
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