21
KELLSEY
The image of Leroy kissing Lea had felt like a slap in the face. No, not a slap; more like a fist. By a troll. It had taken a while before his coldhearted words had registered to her brain. What had thrown her off was the use of her shortened name. He had never called her Kells before. She found she didn’t like her name on his lips like that. As if he was just saying an ordinary name. Like she meant nothing special to him.
She wanted to scream out in anger. She wanted to rant and rage, and destroy his beloved Jeep. Suddenly she felt a bond with Kartal’s string of crazed ex-girlfriends.
Her phone chimed and she fished it out of her pocket. It was a message from Shay.
Wanna join me for a drink of djinn while I taste the local cuisine? That is, if you can pull yourself off of
