Page 40 of Godless Saints

Fine. Expected.

Christ. One text and I was already sitting here staring at the screen, thumb hovering.

Then three dots appeared. I sat up fast. The mattress shifted under me. The folder pressed hard against the wooden slats beneath me. The dots vanished. Appeared again. Vanished.

Moon Hyun-seo, apparently, edited his rage.

Beautiful.

The message came through.

MOONSHINE:

How did you get my number?

I grinned, the split on my knuckles stinging. Every one of them was for him.

Hi to you too, prince.

Dots.

Answer the question.

Misha.

I will kill him.

Get in line.

Delete my number.

No. Not happening.

The dots came back immediately.

This is harassment.

Call it private access. Nobody has to know you’re still talking to me.

The dots danced. Typing. Deleting. Typing again.

I waited, heart kicking harder than it should, thumb hovering. Every second he didn’t block me felt like another secret he was handing me.

Save my name as the guy from Saint Lucia.

The one who still thinks about you every damn night.

He typed for a long time. Deleted. Typed again.

You are unbelievable.

You’re still answering. Still keeping the chat open. That says everything.

It says I should block you.

You won’t.

Arrogant.