Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Don’t stay, I told myself. And don’t come back.
“We don’t have to talk,” she told me. “I’m going to go
upstairs and take a shower. You might join me, and I’d want
that. And afterward, I’m going to climb into my bed to sleep,
and you might join me. I’d want that, too.” She closed her
eyes, looking like her heart was breaking. “I just want you
here or wherever I am.”
She walked slowly toward the doors, finding her way into
the foyer, and I followed her, watching her climb the stairs up
to the bathroom.
Nothing sounded better than nestling in the warmth of her
and her bed tonight.
But instead, I walked past the staircase, through the
kitchen, and out the backdoor, locking it behind me as I left
the house.
She could be anyone, I told myself. Anyone.
And I’d prove it.
Hours later, I drove Michael’s Mercedes GG-Class, his brother
next to me, and Will and Rika in the back.
Michael had left a while ago, pissed off at Rika for
whatever reason and soothing himself with Kai and some
booze and leaving her in our care.
It was perfect. I needed this.
I needed someone else. Someone who was nothing.
“Why are you wearing your mask?” Rika asked Trevor
who sat quietly in the passenger’s seat.
I smiled to myself. She thought he was Kai, because he
wore Kai’s mask. We weren’t going to tell her any differently,
because Michael’s brother had a bone to pick with her, and so
did I.