Flashback ( PDFDrive )

THIRTEEN
WELL, I THINK IT’S SAFE to say that the Fitzphie slumber party is a
total snoozefest,” Keefe said, plopping dramatically onto the empty
cot next to Sophie. “And I mean that literally.”
He pointed across the room, to where Fitz was still curled up with
Mr. Snuggles, looking far more peaceful than Sophie felt at the
moment.
Ro was watching Fitz like a hawk, like she suspected him of
eavesdropping again. But every time she poked his shoulder, Fitz let
out a snuffly snore.
Keefe smirked. “Epic Fitzphie fail.”
Sophie rolled her eyes, wanting to be annoyed. But . . . it was nice to
see him acting more like his old self.
Honestly, it was nice to see him at all.
Her other friends had been checking in every day, thanks to the
Imparter that Edaline had brought her. But she hadn’t spoken to
Keefe. She only knew he wasn’t running off and adding to his list of
regrets because Biana had told her he was faithfully attending the
basic sword-technique lessons that she’d arranged with Woltzer.
She almost asked him why he hadn’t reached out, but decided to
keep their conversation on safer trails. “How’d you convince Elwin to
let you in today?”
“You know I never reveal my secrets.”