Be My Spark: Make It Marriage Book 5 by Arthurs Nia

Author:Arthurs, Nia
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-12T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty-One

Nellie

THEN

The filmy white curtain flutters, two ghostly fingers beckoning me to follow. I roll over in bed so my back is to the balcony, but I know I won’t be able to sleep.

Haven’t since Kate’s funeral.

Since Lucas came back from college.

Since Jonas went to live with him in their old family home.

My insomnia is annoying.

The ache in my chest is stupid too.

I didn’t lose him like I lost Kate.

Jonas is still alive.

He’s still in town.

Sleep, Nellie.

But I can’t.

And I don’t know how to either.

Earlier, I threw my doors open, hoping the cool air would lull me to sleep.

Nothing.

I keep thinking about Jonas.

Which is dumb.

It’s not like we slept in the same bed every night.

We didn’t even meet up after bedtime.

Mom and Dad were known to prowl the halls. Especially since Jonas and I are ‘older now’ and ‘dealing with lots of hormones that could lead to experimenting’—Dad’s words, not mine.

Their concern is ridiculous.

We’re best friends. Do they really think we’re gonna kiss? Or more?

Blegh.

I can’t even imagine it.

Jonas isn’t a boy to me.

He’s…

He’s like a prison chain.

I stole his mother from him. I owe him my life for that but, somehow, he’s given his life to me too.

I don’t take that lightly.

I have to protect him.

I can’t live without him.

It’s way different that what I feel for my crush, Bobby Turner.

It’s… deeper.

The ache in my chest worsens as I allow myself to think about the Greers. The house, without Jonas and Kate in it, doesn’t feel the same. And knowing he’s not there in the bedroom next door has been messing with me.

I sit up.

My bonnet falls off my head again.

I claw the silk fabric and hurl it to the ground. The stinking thing refuses to stay on. Mom’s shown me how to tie it a dozen times, but I can’t seem to get it right.

With a sigh, I take my thin black hair and ball it up so I can move it over my shoulder.

I miss Jonas.

Should I call him?

No, it’s late. I don’t want to wake him if he’s sleeping.

Maybe some water will help.

Swinging my legs over my bed, I start to slide off when I hear a strange noise.

My entire body coils with fear.

What was that?

Thunk.

There it is again.

My heart flogs my ribs. I debate calling for my parents but decide to investigate the sound on my own, just in case I wake them over a raccoon or something.

My bare feet pull against the cold outdoor tiles.

I step onto the balcony and peer over the edge.

Ivy curves around the white trellis.

The edge of the first-floor roof.

Green grass.

A lone figure.

My eyes widen. “Jonas?”

He’s wearing a bulky blue jacket with the Superman logo on it—his favorite superhero. A black hat sits low on his head. Blue jeans. Black sneakers.

If I didn’t know him so well, I almost wouldn’t recognize him.

He waves to me. Points up.

He’s asking if he can come in.

I nod.

It’s dangerous, but there’s no way he’d be able to use the front door and waltz inside. Since

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