Page 89 of Chaos Kills

“We might, what?” Levi presses, intently holding his broody gaze on me. “If you’re thinkin’ about bringin’ him?—”

“No,” I counter, even though that’s obviously what I was originally thinking. “That’s never going to work.”

“Good girl.” He pats my head like an asshole, and I smack at his hand. But when he ambles closer and towers over me, my breathing hitches for some weird reason. Our chests almost brush against each other, and with the way his eyes gloss over something I can’t read, I’m hit with another what the fuck when he says, “I’m tired of sharin’ you anyway, Astor.”

He taps the ceiling of his car, prompting me to get inside and get to the line.

I don’t. Not yet anyway.

It’s the glint in his green eyes that prompts the hesitation. The way my pulse just raced.

When I finally do, I’m dazed as shit.

Yet, I swallow down my making of what he said into something because that’s not the case. That can’t ever be the case.

I tell myself that as I burn out at the line minutes later, ignoring the fact Nessa isn’t the one about to pull myself or my opponent in to start the race.

I refuse to read behind anything else of what Levi said when Angelina Cooper motions us to the start before mowing down the new girl.

I’m tired of sharin’ you anyway, Astor.

Levi might have to get used to that.

Because I’m not dying as a born-again virgin.

Which means, eventually, I’ll have to do the same when it comes to him.

TWENTY-TWO

bay

“You did it on purpose!”

“Did not.”

“Yes, you did! Now, I have to start over again, Mae.”

“I don’t want pink. I want blue.”

“We don’t have blue.”

“Yes, we do.”

“No, we don’t. I told you that already. Now, sit still while I fix this…Mae!”

“Stop!”

“I’m sotiredof you! I don’t know why I even bother!”

“You stink at this! I want Bay to paint my nails!”

“No! And I do not! You won’t stop moving. That’s why it’s getting?—”

“You messed it up!”

“You just wiped your hands on your pants! How didImess it up?”

“Because you didn’t do it right!”

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