Afterlife (Afterlife Saga, #1)

by Stephanie Hudson

“Fine, play it like that! We both know what happened last night, but considering you're playing it down as though it was nothing but a ‘bump to the head’ then you go ahead and do that! But I will never, and I repeat never believe that, and no matter how much you try to trick me… I'm here telling you now, it won't work!” I said, and the tears welled up but didn't betray me as they stayed firmly in place. I had to tense my fists when I said this so as not to shake with hurt. He stood glaring, his black eyes holding no shred of the passion that I had seen flow so freely last night. Then the doors opened and the beautiful redhead who sat at his table glided in. She stopped next to him, and there was something different about her that I hadn't seen before. But no matter what I braced myself for, what I saw next would crush my heart and every hope I had ever foolishly allowed myself to feel. She curled her body into him, and his arms embraced her, returning the affection. She then looked at me as though I had been made of invisible matter. “Oh, you must be Keira, the waitress who got knocked down due to the fight, how's your head feeling today?” she said in a voice that sang with the same beauty that radiated off her. I had to use every last breath in my body to answer without showing the tears that just wanted to run freely out of my fragile body. “I'm fine, thank you,” I said, and Draven for some reason, probably in disgust, turned his face away. “That's good. Well, I'm sorry ...

One of the best parts in the book