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  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. About the Author
  4. Booklist
  5. Dedication
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  41. Acknowledgments

He chuckled as he dipped his head and kissed me. “Let’s head out and take care of this feather thing.”

Lips tingling from the brief contact, I trailed after him. He picked up his keys from the island, where he’d last dropped them, and stopped. No one had touched them since then. Holding them in his palm, he stared down at them.

“Are you okay?” I touched his arm.

Clearing his throat, he glanced over at me. “Yeah. I am.” His fingers curled around the keys. “Have you seen my phone, by the way?”

I shook my head. “It was...it was on you that night. I haven’t seen it since.”

“I bet Nic or Dez has it, then. They would’ve been the ones to gather up my...personal belongings. I guess they didn’t think of bringing it with them when they came by. Probably because they...”

I knew where he was going with that. They probably feared Zayne hadn’t returned to them and bringing his belongings would somehow jinx everything. Clutching the baggie to my chest, I asked, “Does it feel weird? Thinking about having died? Okay. That’s a lame question. Obviously it has to feel weird.”

“It does.” He took my hand in his. “Especially when I think about the fact my body would’ve done the whole dust thing and yet I’m here.”

I shivered. “Same. That messes with my head and it’s not even my body.”

“So, let’s not dwell on that, okay?”

“I can do that.” I squeezed his hand as we stepped into the elevator.

We reached the garage in record time, and when he saw his Impala, he looked like me when I saw a cheeseburger.

He placed his palm on the trunk, sliding it across the smooth metal as he walked us to the passenger door. I could make out a grin in the dim, yellowing light of the garage, something I knew I wouldn’t have been able to see before.

“Do you want some time alone?” I offered as his hand glided over the back door. “You know, in case you want to make out with your car in private.”

Zayne laughed as he opened the passenger door. “Get in.”

“Bossy.” I glanced down at where he held my hand. “You’re going to have to let go.”

“I know.”

My brows lifted. “Before we can get into the car.”