Flashback ( PDFDrive )

He jerked away. “No, we’re—”
Keefe stepped between them, placing a hand on Fitz’s shoulder.
“Okay, as your best friend I have to stop you right there. Otherwise
you’re going to go all rage-monster like you always do and say a bunch
of things it’s going to be super hard to take back. And we both know
you don’t want to do that again. Especially to Foster.”
Sophie wasn’t sure what to make of the last part—or of the glance
Keefe and Alden exchanged—but she was relieved when it seemed to
work. She hadn’t seen Fitz that angry since the dark days when
Alden’s mind had shattered, and it’d taken their friendship a while to
recover.
“I think . . . we all need to cool off,” Della said to break the silence.
“Why don’t we go home and—”
“No.”
Fitz’s voice was so cold, it made Sophie’s skin prickle.
Alden sighed. “Fine. Take some time to process. We’ll be waiting at
Everglen whenever you’re ready.”
“Well, you’ll be waiting a while.” Fitz straightened up until he was
nearly as tall as his father and reached under the neckline of his tunic.
“Uh . . . whatever you’re doing,” Keefe said as Fitz pulled out his
home crystal, “I’m pretty sure it’s a bad idea. Like, epic-level bad. Merunning-off-to-join-the-Neverseen
bad.”
“I don’t care.” Fitz yanked the chain and snapped one of the links
before he tossed the crystal to Alden. “You guys made your decision.
Now I’m making mine. If Alvar’s moving back to Everglen, I’m
moving out.”