Trying to Live With the Dead (The Veil Diaries #1)

by B.L. Brunnemer

He mumbled something in his sleep and shifted onto his side, facing the back of the couch. I took a second to look at him. He was the most relaxed I’d seen him. He didn’t look so big and intimidating right now. I debated my next move. Isaac said touch his shoulder and back away. I looked behind me to find the guys standing a couple of feet from me. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Screw this. I really didn’t want to get hit. I quickly put my hand on his shoulder and hip, then gave Zeke a hard shove. He rolled off the couch and landed on the floor with a big thud. The guys burst out laughing behind me. Zeke sat up halfway, holding himself up on one arm. His blue eyes were wild as he looked around. When he saw me, he figured it out. “Why the hell did you do that?” he shouted, getting to his feet. I pointed behind me to the other guys who were laughing hysterically. “They were making me wake you up,” I explained with a shit-eating grin on my face. “They also said you usually woke up swinging.” Zeke’s gaze went to the guys; Ethan was doubled over holding his stomach. “I didn’t want to take the chance of getting hit,” I said. Zeke’s gaze came back to me; he rubbed a hand along his jaw. “Good call,” he agreed. Then he turned to the others. “You chicken shits! Next time, one of you have the balls to wake me up.” That sent the guys into another round of laughter. I rolled my eyes as Zeke walked around the couch. “Miles finished your homework,” I began, not bothering to w...