Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

mood.
He knelt down, coming down to my level. “If you don’t
hate me, don’t hate her,” he said. “I had info she needed, and
she had what I needed. She regretted giving it to me almost
immediately.”
I knew he was right. I shouldn’t hold her to a different
standard than I held him.
I’d just already processed my anger with him, and this
brought that up again.
He picked up the objects in my hand, and I blinked,
remembering I was holding them.
“Why were they here?” I asked.
He didn’t answer immediately, but then told me, “They
were safe here, I guess. I didn’t want to leave them at my
house when I knew I was going to jail.”
Jail.
For three years.
And I’d been sent back to Montreal to escape the storm
and chaos that raged over the town when he, Will, and Kai
were sentenced, and to run away from the taunts and whispers
of everyone who thought I was a slut.
He lied to me. He shouldn’t have done it, and he paid the
price.
But there was so much more than that between us. Buried
in the cracks of all the broken things, where the words were
always true and days were too long without him.
When no one else could make the world look like he
could, and even after years, in the quiet parts of my mind, I
missed the feel of his eyes on me.
Maybe on those nights, sneaking into my house and taking
me on adventures, was the real Damon Torrance.
I dipped my forehead to his and took my barrette back,
clasping it in my hair.