Page 90 of Nemesis

It’sweird.

Them together… At least they’re not spilling secrets.

“You live here?” Reese asks Saint.

“Yep.”

I help myself to a slice, going the same route as before and shoving it into my mouth as fast as possible. It feels like an eternity since I’ve eaten anything of substance. Not that pizza is the be-all and end-all of foods. Well, it is in terms of deliciousness. But not health-wise.

“Do you hate pizza, Saint?” Reese asks.

I choke.

Saint has a single slice on a paper plate like a true gentleman, and he’s taken maybe two bites. He scowls at me—for my reaction, I’d bet—and shakes his head. “I don’t mind it.”

“But it’s not a top-ten favorite food?”

Saint narrows his eyes. “Why?”

“Only psychopaths don’t like pizza.” Reese smirks and takes a big bite.

Proving a point?

Some would say that Reese is the biggest psychopath of them all.

At that thought, I shiver. My analysis of Reese could be entirely wrong. Especially if he was forced into the situation by his parents.

My stomach turns, and I touch the bandage on my head. Maybe I was concussed, because I don’t feel right. I blink, and the room shifts. Not a tilt or a spin, just… a little wobble. Barely noticeable.

Besides that, I’m thinking rationally about Reese. Since when does that happen?

“Are… okay?” Reese’s voice goes in and out.

“What?” I drop my pizza crust and grab the counter.

“…she’s…”

I shake my head, trying to clear the cotton suddenly filling my ears.

“…was fine…”

“I am fine,” I mutter.

I’m not.

Hands grab at me.

“Not the couch,” Saint says. “…damp.”

Ugh, yeah.Asshole.

“…shouldn’t have slept…”

Hands touch my cheek. “Stay awake, Tem.”

Neither of them call me that. I drag my eyes open, but I’m fighting an uphill battle. My lids are so heavy. After a long minute, I give up.

But then something occurs to me. Something I should’ve told Reese a while ago…

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