Page 92 of Until The Lights Go Out

Theo:

Traitor.

Red:

He’s Team Maisey.

Theo:

There’s a Team Maisey?

Red:

Theo.

Everyone is Team Maisey.

I shook my head, still smiling helplessly.

Then my expression softened when another message came through.

Red:

…are you okay?

The question settled heavily in my chest. Because beneath all the teasing, there she was again: the girl who noticed every fracture line in me before anyone else did. I leaned back against the headboard slowly.

Theo:

Better now.

Three typing dots appeared immediately.

Stopped.

Started again.

Red:

That was disgustingly smooth.

Did you rehearse that?

Theo:

No.

But I can if you want another one.

Red:

Oh my God.

Theo:

You started this.

Red: