*Isla*
I’m about to turn around and walk out of the restaurant. This can all be over with. I don’t want to put anyone else I love in danger, and if Ben insists on coming along with us, then I’m not going.
My brother hops up out of the booth and grabs my arm. “Come on, Isla. Don’t be like that. You’re sounding like Mom. I’m not a child.”
“You are a child!” I practically shout at him. “You don’t even have your driver’s license!”
“I could have it!” he counters. “Isla, I’ve already died. Really… what else can happen to me?”
“You can die again. And this time, I might not be able to bring you back!”
“You did this, didn’t you?” Poppy’s words sound like poison as she eyes Antony. He is still sitting in the booth, an amused look on his face. “You really are a disgusting piece of shit.”
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