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“Mine isn’t killing me,” I say in a friendly tone

Sulli grabs her wallet “That we know of” Her voice sounds icier with me, and I deserve the arctic storm Part of

I want her anger over apathy

Is that bad?

Yeah Because I shouldn’t want to enrage Sulli

Shit, I aht

“It’s not killingit”

Banks and Sulli watch as I let the call ring out in the next three seconds

“See?” Though, on instinct, I pull out the phone to see which call I missed

Fuck

I need to call them back Like now When I look up, they both can read my expression too well

Banks is near laughter

“You were saying?” Sulli jokes, her s

I sh I shove his arm He tries to capture my phone and toss it in the trash We side-ar, and then with one hand to his chest, I hold the cell behind my back

“I love you, Banks, but you trash this, you die”

He laughs lightly at lare I can skewer men with one look, but Banks—Banks never takes them to heart It should pissthe absolute worst days somehow full of life, and I love him for that

“Screw you,” I say at his laugh

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re the one who threw arettes out I should file a workplace complaint” He’s full of shit

I push my hair out of my eyes “Take it up with HR”

“Who is?”

“Your brother”