Dear Enemy
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Text copyright © 2020 by Kristen Callihan
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ISBN-13: 9781542016773
ISBN-10: 1542016770
Cover design by Caroline Teagle Johnson
CONTENTS
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PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
EPILOGUE
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.
―Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
PROLOGUE
Ten Years Ago
Shermont High School, Shermont, North Carolina
Senior Class Yearbook Exit Interview
Question 1: If you had to do high school all over again, would you?
Macon Saint: You’re kidding me, right? No.
Delilah Baker: Is this a trick question? No.
Question 2: Who is most likely to succeed from our class?
Delilah Baker: Oh, come on. Everyone knows it will be Macon. Not that he’ll deserve it.
Macon Saint: Me. And Delilah Baker. She’s like a barnacle; she’ll cling until she gets where she wants to go.
Question 3: Who do you want with you if there’s a hostile alien invasion?
Macon Saint: Delilah Baker. She’d yap so much and so loudly the aliens would turn around and flee.
Delilah Baker: Macon Saint. I’d toss him in their path and gain valuable seconds running for my life.
Question 4: Most memorable moment in high school, and did you enjoy it?
Delilah Baker: Graduating. Yes.
Macon Saint: Prom. Not one f*cking bit.
Macon Saint was the devil. Anyone with a lick of sense knew it. Unfortunately, when it came to Macon, none of my fellow classmates at Shermont High School seemed to possess the sense that God gave them. No, they’d all fawn over him as though he were a god. I suspected that was the true mark of the devil: turning people into starry-eyed fools when they ought to know better.
Not that I could blame them. Beauty made fools of us all. Macon had the face of an angel—so beautiful you wondered if it truly had been sculpted by the hand of God, black hair so thick and glossy it might well have had a halo floating over it. Yes, he was that pretty. The only one who could rival him for sheer physical perfection was my sister, Samantha.