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“I’m not avoiding anything,” Nicole snaps, “except a lying, two-
faced traitor.” She spits on the ground before turning and stalking
away.
I nudge Griffin in the ribs and he steps forward.
“Nicole, wait,” he says. “Phoebe is right.”
She doesn’t turn around or say anything, but she stops walking
away.
“We were friends once,” Griffin continues. “Can’t we put the past
behind us? I know that things ended badly with us—”
“Badly?” She spins around. “Badly!? Considering everything that
happened, I think ‘badly’ is an understatement.”
Griffin steps back from her outrage. I grab his hand and lace our
fingers together—for support . . . and to keep him from running. He
squeezes tight and I can feel his pulse racing. He is just as skilled
at hiding his emotions as Nicole, and they are not going to work
through this without help.
“He wasn’t trying to diminish the past,” I say. “He just wants to
talk about—”
“Forget it, she doesn’t want to talk,” Griffin interrupts. “I’m sorry
for whatever you think I did back then and for whatever harm you
think I caused, but I think you’re exaggerating the situation.”
Nicole looks like she’s trying to burn a hole right through his
skull. “My father lost his job and my parents got exiled from the
island.”
“And mine got banished from the face of the Earth.”
“It’s nothing more than they deserved,” she says, her entire body
shaking with rage.
Griffin jerks back like he’s been slapped in the face. So that’s
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