Kill Switch (Devil's Night, #3)

by Penelope Douglas

“And Michael?” I pressed. “Michael.” “Michael.” “Michael.” They all sounded off around the table, and I heard Rika heave a sigh to my left. “Rika knows all about him,” Noah teased. “Shut up, you guys,” Rika scolded, sounding embarrassed. After a moment, she spoke up, answering my question. “He’s kind of the leader,” she explained. “Probably on his way to the pros eventually. Light brown hair, golden skin, hazel eyes. Polar opposite of Will. He’s very serious.” “Hazel eyes. Bedroom eyes,” Claudia taunted. “Rika’s slept in his bed. Did she tell you that?” Slept in his bed? He had to be eighteen. Or almost anyway. “I was thirteen,” she explained, “and he put me there. It’s not like he slept there, too. I told you guys that.” And then she spoke to me. “I grew up around him. Our families are close, so I’m at his house a lot.” “That’s code for ‘she loves him, will have his babies, and keep your damn paws off’,” Noah told me. I nodded once, heeding the warning. “Gotcha.”