Kill Switch (Devil's Night, #3)

by Penelope Douglas

“How are you going to do that?” “I get anything I want,” I stated quite plainly. She laughed under her breath, probably thinking I was joking, and I went weak for a moment, the light in her eyes the most beautiful thing I’d seen in a long time. But she shook her head. “No.” Jesus. Is this how she wanted it? Me taking care of shit that hurt her or pissed her off behind her back because she was too timid? Because that’s what would happen. I didn’t let things slide. “No one denies you,” I said. “But not like this,” she told me. “I won’t like how it feels if I don’t earn it honestly.” Yeah, I got it. I’d probably feel the same way about basketball. But… “She deserves to cry like she made you cry, at least,” I pointed out. “At the very least, a pout.” Telling Winter to give up dancing—encouraging anyone to not do what they wanted to do—was arrogant, presumptive, and smug. I wanted to shut her up. “I can probably have her fired,” I said. But Winter just laughed. I frowned. “Can I at least flood her yard and do donuts?” “Nothing destructive,” she ordered me. “Nothing mean. It’s got to be funny. And like…easy to clean up. You know? Something elegant.” “Something middle school,” I corrected her snidely. She rolled her eyes and sat back in her seat again, smiling to herself.