Extraits

Mason Kade n’était pas stupide, loin de là, et je me demandais si je ne l’avais pas compris dès le début, et si ce n’était pas pour ça que je le tenait éloignée de lui. Il observait les gens, leur comportements, sans ce laisser berner par les mots. Logan était il comme lui? Quelque chose me disait que oui.

depuis...

J'attendais un peu et offrais mon propre rire forcé.

— Oh, c'est vrai. On n'est pas amis. »

“Logan reached out and caught my shoulders when I started to leave. He pulled me back against his chest and enfolded his arms over my chest. "Ah, our little sister, trying to be all nice and saintly."

Mason snorted and opened the door. "Saints don't set cars on fire."

We all piled out behind him and Logan chuckled. "There's that, yeah.”

“It seems like it's my night with Becky tonight, she's down in the dumps because of Adam."

"The quarterback who wants to bang you?"

I shook my head. He knew exactly who Adam was. "Yes, she likes him."

He grimaced. "She could have better taste in men."

"You want her to go after you instead?"

His eyes got wide. "You should encourage those two to date.”

“People are snakes, you just have to figure out their different colors, but they're all the same. Everybody wants something.”

Yeah. He looked like a cat who'd found his favorite mouse wounded or something. It was eerie. And he started to make fun of her, like all cruel and stuff. The things he said to her were horrible and he was only playing with her. She didn't try to defend herself. I guess Mason Kade really hates that girl, and the way he ripped into her. It was something else."

"He enjoyed it." Adam's voice was quiet.

I looked over and held his gaze. Something dark was in their depths.

He spoke again, "It was like an animal that was playing with its kill before they fully killed it. That's what he was doing with her. I've never seen anything like it before.”

“He whistled. "Are you serious? I was sure I saw Mason showing you."

My hand clamped down on his shoulder and he winced, howling under his breath. "Remove the claws, Sam. Seriously.”

“I glared at her, but gentled as I looked at my father. "It's not a cry for help, David. It's—"

"They're hot as hell for each other!" Logan shot to his feet. "I can't keep quiet anymore. You all are stupid idiots if you think that. Don't you know her? Don't you know Mason? My god, I'm embarrassed to call you ass-dults!"

"Logan," his mother hissed. "Shut up.

You promised."

He flipped up his middle finger. "I don't care. I can't handle this. My game is talk. You tried to take that away." He shot an arm towards Mason. "He fights. I talk. That's the magic of our twosome fearsome.”

“I tried to gentle it. “Are you two pissing on each other for my friendship? I don’t deal with that. You both should know that.”

“It was a Friday night, two in the morning, and my two best friends were shrieking”