Flashback ( PDFDrive )

something to camouflage what they were, so he used some bracelets
he’d bought.”
Fitz’s eyebrows shot up. “Cloth bracelets?”
She was pretty sure he already knew the answer. But even if he did,
she’d promised Dex she wouldn’t tell anyone what had happened
between them.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said quietly. “They . . . didn’t work.”
“In more ways than one,” Keefe said under his breath—but Fitz still
must’ve heard him.
His eyes narrowed. “How do you know so much about it?”
Keefe shrugged. “I’m the reigning president of the Foster Fan Club.
It’s my job to know these things. But don’t worry, Fitzy, you’re still the
runner-up.”
If he’d been standing any closer, Sophie would’ve smacked him. But
he was just out of her reach.
“I thought you weren’t supposed to be teasing Fitz,” Sophie
reminded him instead.
“I’m not, but . . . he makes it so easy.”
Fitz rolled his eyes. “Sometimes I can’t remember why we’re
friends.”
“Pretty sure everyone wonders that at some point,” Ro pointed out.
Keefe flashed the smuggest of smiles. “It’s because I make
everything better.”
“Like giving Sophie the pendant that helped the Neverseen find
her?” Fitz snapped back.
The question was like a record scratch, leaving the room
agonizingly silent.