Heartless (Chestnut Springs, #2)

by Elsie Silver

“Eaton. You grumpy motherfucker. You just laughed,” I blurt. “Yeah, Red. I did.”

Willa might be a bit of psycho—after all, she did just push a child into the pool—but the more time I spend with her, the more I feel like she’s my psycho.

“Hey, Willa?” “Hey, Luke,” I reply dryly, since the be quiet part obviously didn’t register. “Sometimes I wish you were my mom.”

“I’m not in hell yet, lady. Don’t need to spend my time hanging out with the devil.”