Kill Switch (Devil's Night, #3)

by Penelope Douglas

When she found out who I was, she’d run. “Is it because I’m blind?” she asked, her voice cracking. “Is that why you hide yourself from me?” I glared over at her, resenting the shimmer of tears in her eyes as she tried so hard to hold back the little tremble of her chin. So sweet. So sad. “She was right, wasn’t she?” she mused, her tone with a strange resoluteness to it. “I may still want what I want, but I have no control over people who don’t want me to have it.” She was talking about that boss of hers who tried to tell her she couldn’t have everything she wanted. She wanted me, and while we could fight for what we wanted, people couldn’t always be won. Or, that was what she thought. She thought I was embarrassed by her. That I didn’t want to take her out or be with her during the light of day. Her face cracked as she smoothed her skirt over her thighs, and she folded her lips between her teeth to keep from crying, but the tears spilled anyway. I told you I was going to hurt you someday. She pulled her house keys from her bag, and removed one key from the ring, dropping it in the cupholder. “Just keep it,” she said. “I like thinking you might come back some day.”