The Saint: An Enemies to Lovers Romance (Haven Grace Prep Book 2) by Kelsey Clayton

Author:Kelsey Clayton [Clayton, Kelsey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-22T16:00:00+00:00

I TOSS AND TURN in my bed, trying to get even a wink of sleep with no luck. Images of the kid I fought tonight plague my mind and refuse to go anywhere. He was a good fighter. Hell, he even seemed like someone I could be friends with. His refusal to quit was something I admired, but it doesn’t matter now. His death is on my hands.

Looking over at the clock, the numbers stare back at me.

3:17 a.m.

I give in and call the only person I can think of to make me feel even the slightest bit better right now. The phone rings four times before finally she answers.

“Knox?” she asks sleepily. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I lie. “I just can’t sleep.”

“It’s three in the morning.”

Ugh, fuck. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called. Go back to sleep.”

“No,” she replies in a rush. “It’s fine. I don’t mind.” I can hear her shuffle, probably getting comfortable again with the phone pressed to her ear. “So, what’s going on?”

“A few things on my mind. That’s all.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

I sigh, knowing I can’t. “No. I just need a distraction. What’d you do tonight?”

“I went and picked Savannah up from the airport. Apparently, Grayson was busy with something and couldn’t. The two of us grabbed dinner before going home.”

I hadn’t even considered the fact that Grayson constantly needs to lie to Savannah about what he’s doing when he’s training or at the ring. To be honest, his personal life is never really something I took into account.

Is that what my life is going to come to? Lying to Delaney while I go potentially kill more people at night? The thought alone is enough to send a chill right through me. I never wanted to get into this mess, and now, all I want is to get the fuck out of it.

Delaney is calm, patient even. She stays on the phone with me despite sounding half asleep, talking about how Tessa got grounded once again because their dad saw a hickey on her neck, and how her sister Ainsley is going to be coming home in a few weeks for spring break. Listening to her voice, no matter what it’s saying, is like my own personal brand of Xanax. It soothes me, relieving the tension in my chest and making me feel like things are going to be okay.

We stay on the phone long after she stops talking, and I let the sound of her breathing lull me to sleep.

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