You're Next (Devil's Backbone, #3)

by Tate James

“Just sleep, Duckling,” he murmured in that low, comforting voice. “I’ve got you.”

“You’re grumbling and pouty. I thought you’d rather sleep off the drugs here than in my truck, so maybe try thanks, Nate, you’re the best.” I huffed a sigh, wriggling a little and noting that I could wriggle, which was progress. “Eat a dick, Nate,” I replied. “How’s that?” I’d missed this—snarling at him.

“I regret everything. I don’t know how to say how sorry I am or how badly I wish I’d made different choices. I didn’t just break your heart, Duckling. I destroyed mine.”

“Nice,” Heath laughed, and I glanced up in time to catch him high-fiving Carter. Fucking boys.

Surely this was just a phase they were all going through, like…um…like Pokémon.

Some people said I love you, but Nate gave me a sledgehammer and asked me to demolish his mom’s home. Same thing.