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

by B.L. Brunnemer

can’t help that I’m the better looking one, brother,” he taunted, walking backward toward the door. “And he’s so humble, too,” I said with fake awe.

“No problem, chick deterrent mode activated,”

“Then I came back with a short crowbar.”

“You hear me?” “I hear ya,”

“Isaac,” I called. “Hmm?” “Think about baseball for me,” I mumbled into my pillow.

“I have a rule; if I don’t know you, hands off,”

“No, no, no.” Zeke pointed at me as he headed out of the room. “I’m not dealing with that fucking pout again.”

“If you think Isaac is fast, wait till you see Miles. Guy’s like a fucking eel,”

I needed to be the calm one.