Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Damon
Present
The elevator doors opened, and I charged into Michael’s
penthouse in the city, turning the corner and strolling into the
apartment.
Walking into the great room, I saw Michael, Kai, and Will
sitting on chairs and couches, while Rika stood near the wall
of open balcony doors, a rare, balmy evening breeze drifting
through.
Michael allowed the doorman to let me come up, so he
must be intrigued enough to indulge me, and I was glad most
of them were here.
I threw the piece of newspaper that I’d folded into an
airplane on the table in front of Michael, watching him take it
with very little enthusiasm.
He thought he’d have the first word. Nope. I was
controlling this conversation.
I looked at Will. “Do you hate me?”
He fixed me with a guarded stare but didn’t say anything.
Then I looked at Rika. “You?” I asked.
She locked her jaw, averting her eyes.