Restore Me (Shatter Me, #4)

by Tahereh Mafi

The psychopath in question winks at me from where he’s standing, smiling like he couldn’t possibly be holding a gun to the head of our mutual friend. I manage to suppress a laugh.

“Idiot.”

“What the hell is wrong with you, man? I thought we were cool.”

“We were,” Warner says icily. “Until you to...

“You asked me to give you ...

“I said nothing of the sort! I ...

trim the ...

“I think the cut looks cute, actually” and Warner slams the door in his face.

Welcome to my brand-new life as supreme commander of The Reestablishment.

But the fire of true hatred, I realize, cannot exist without the oxygen of affection. I would not hurt so much, or hate so much, if I did not care.

This, needless to say, makes him the polar opposite of Kenji, who loves to eat everything, all the time, and who later told me that watching Warner eat a cookie made him want to cry.

“You know, I think I might be the only one of us who doesn’t have daddy issues. I loved the shit out of my dad.”