The Worst Kind of Promise (Riverside Reapers #2)

by Celeste Briars

The guy I’m secretly in love with—the guy who looks at me like I’m his kid sister.

“Look, Faye, when you called me…I’ve never been so afraid in my entire life. I was worried something bad had happened to you, and I was right.

Friends. Did I seriously just say that? Why did I say that? Why couldn’t I just tell her the truth? I want to be so much more than just friends.

“I hate that you’ve been carrying this all by yourself,” I confess, the words like ash on my tongue, sickening my palate.

Accepting help isn’t a sign of weakness; it doesn’t diminish your strength or resilience. You’re stronger if you acknowledge you need help,”

“You’re so content with carrying all this weight on your shoulders. Now let me carry some of it for you.”

That spark that I know lives within Faye—the one I’ve always admired from afar but now have the privilege to witness up close—lights her up brighter than any goal lights.

Faye means more to me than she’ll ever know.

All of the girls I’ve been with haven’t held a candle to you. You’re all I ever think about, and it kills me that I can’t have you.”

my thoughts and I don’t get along.

Prove to her how much I still care about her. Prove to her that I’m done playing this game. Prove to her that I want

the real thing with her for as long as she’ll have me. I pick Faye in every universe. In the ones where we’re best friends, in the ones where we’re sworn enemies, in the ones where we’re strangers who live on opposite ends of the world. I pick