Page 116 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

Knox shrugs. “Yeah. I talked some shit. Told him to stay away from you. But I guess that didn’t take, so he and I are due for another conversation.”

“I don’t need you to tell men to stay away from me,” I say. “Stop trying to control me. I can take care of myself.”

“Yeah, you’ve really inspired a lot of confidence with that lately, sister.”

“Okay!” Jordan raises her hands. “Everybody just calm down.”

“Wearecalm!” Knox and I bark at the same time.

“Then shut up, because it’s my turn to talk,” she says, rubbing her temples before looking at me. “Katrina. We love you. Okay? No one in this world cares more about you than the people in this room. More than anything, we want to keep you safe. And I think we can all agree that things got a little messed up this summer. Our priorities shifted, but that doesn’t mean we don’t value you or your ideas or your opinions. Now, if youtrulythink The Electrics aren’t... what we think they are—” Knox sucks in a breath to argue, but Jordan cuts him off with a glare. “Then we’ll listen to you. But…” She exhales, shaking her head. “This doesn’t look good right now, honey.”

My head pounds. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to swallow the tears burning the back of my throat. “You don’t know them,” I whisper.

“And you do?” Knox challenges.

I look at him, my vision blurred. “Yes.”

“Well, here’s what I know,” he says, voice cold. “I know all it takes to turn a smart girl stupid is a sly wink and a cool jacket. Never thought you’d be dumb enough to fall for it, too.”

“Jesus, Knox,” Addison snaps.

“What? We’re all thinking it.”

“No, we’re not,” Bronson says.

“Think whatever you want.” I wipe a tear from my cheek, my whole body trembling. “I’m out of here.”

I walk toward the open doors.

“Where are you going? To Logan’s?” Knox snorts. “You gonna be his new Shock Girl?”

I stop. My hands curl into fists. Slowly, I turn my head to glare at him over my shoulder.

“I’d rather be his girl than your sister.”

Knox doesn’t flinch. But his eyes flicker, and I know the hit landed.

I face forward again, determined to get the hell out of here?—

But I stop short.

Someone is standing in the doorway, blocking my way out.

I look up into a pair of familiar brown eyes, and my breath catches.

Jonah.

“Hey, guys,” he says, scanning the room of silent, shocked faces. “What’d I miss?”

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LOGAN

Logan

It's done.

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