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Without looking at the dartboard, I toss the dart and it almost hits another bull’s-eye "I learned from the best"

"Who?" He slants his head as the corners of his lips quirk "Was it Dell down at the bar?" he jokes, because Dell’s the town drunk and thinks he’s the cha a super dart champion"

I s hard as vivid hto there Not right now

I hear his breath catch as he probably remembers what happened Everyone in this town heard about it within hours after it happened, and it’s been kind of hard for everyone to forget It wasn’t too long after Tristan’s sister died, but hers was by accident, a siap of silence drags by, Tristan blows out a breath and stands up fro?"

"Yes, please," I say way too quickly and wind the neck of the nearly finished Corona around inmy tension on it

He walks over to the kitchen area and digs around in the cupboards, hunting for shot glasses I sit down on the sofa, tipmy decision to come back here Not to Dylan’s house, but back horeat, but okay, or at least focused on so besides gle floats fro it’s Delilah I start to get up but when the curtain is drawn back, I sink back dohen a leggy blonde steps out, adjusting her top back over her bulging curves

She takes one look at ht?"

I have no idea who she is, but she looks about e "Yeah…"

"Like the car" The sound of his voice is familiar, way too familiar, like the world has decided to play a cruel joke on uy steps out of the hallway, I just about drop dead on the floor as the si about him screams Landon, and for a second I really believe it’s him

It’s not really the si less visible He’s taller than Landon, with dark brown hair inside of black, and it’s shaven short instead of hanging in his eyes He also has slightly more muscle tone to him, and there’s an indistinct scar over his top lip All these things don’t match up, but it’s the little details that push an insanity button in my head Like the charcoal on his hands, or the fact that the laces of his boots are untied, so Landon used to do all the time The sound of his voice, deep and s to it And his eyes Those goddamn honey-brown eyes with so much sorrow in them it nearly ss any happiness in the room I’ve only seen that much sadness in one person’s eyes Ever And when they lock onin his sorrow--Landon’s sorrow

I continue to stare at hi hi up a year ago and he hasn’t left rass, but in the world

"Are you okay?" The sound of Tristan’s voice slams into my chest and rips uy and blink up at Tristan "Huh?"

He has a slass in his hand that’s topped off with a crystal clear liquid "You look upset" He glances over at the guy and then back at me "Are you okay, Nova?"

I nod, snatch the shot out of his hand, and slalass down on the table and pressthroat "I’ it, but he doesn’t press We’re not good enough friends for him to press He takes a seat in the tattered leather recliner that’s shredded to pieces I try to keep aze fixed on the popped seauy with honey-brown eyes, even though I don’t want to

He sits down on the sofa to the side of ically places her ass onto his lap She giggles as she runs her fingers over his head, but he only seearettes from the coffee table and pops one into his mouth

"So did Dylan wander back there?" Tristan asks, sipping on his beer

The guy shrugs as he cups his hand around the end of the cigarette, flicks a lighter, and the end crinkles and shrivels "I think they went into his room, but I’m not sure" Smoke snakes out of his lips

"With that bitch Delilah," the blonde says, shooting me a malicious look

Okay, so she knows Delilah and obviously hates her, which isn’t surprising--irls do But why does she see his head with the heel of his hand "I totally fucking forgot introductions"

"We already knoho she is," the blonde sneers, glaring at me "That’s Nova Reed"