Page 22 of Twisted Games (Boys of Briar Hall 3)

Her eyes darted back and forth over the coffee table. “I’ll stay,” she decided. “But if Diesel pulls any more shit like he did the other night, I will kill him my fucking self. I don’t care who he is to you.”

Rook looked away. Corvus re-stiffened. But none of us challenged her. I didn’t know what that meant.

“And I’m not coming back to the Nest. I need…I need some space.”

Corvus looked like he was going to blow a fuse.

“Okay if one of us stays with you here, then?” I asked before Corvus could demand something instead. “Especially since you don’t have a phone right now?”

She nodded slowly.

I didn’t know what the next little while was going to look like for us, but one thing was startlingly clear. There was trust lost. On both sides. And I wasn’t sure yet if we could get it back. But if there was anything in this world worth fighting for, it had to be her.