Free The Fall of Sky: Part Four (The Fall of Sky #4) by Alexia Purdy Page A

and it was all my fault. Why had I hurt him so much? I’d never done that to anyone before. Why Saul?
    I shut my burning eyes as I realized the exact reason why. I was afraid. I’d been afraid of him the moment I’d laid eyes on him. He was the opposite of toxic—full of life, loving and caring. How he could even exist in this cruel world was a miracle. He’d done nothing but love me, and I’d taken it and smeared it across his face like week old sandwiches. I’d let the beautiful flower of our love rot in my hands, and I’d watched it wither before my very eyes.
    I just wanted to go back to the way it was. That was the only thing I could wish for at this second. I was so insanely stupid, and I hated myself to the core. I was a horrible person; nothing anyone could tell me could prove otherwise. I wish they could, but that didn’t change things. It couldn’t, and I should’ve been happy Saul was even wanting to speak to me after everything I’d done.
    He didn’t have to give me that. He could’ve walked away and never turned back, never said another word to me ever again. I’d give anything—this rock and roll life, the music, the roaring crowds, and the fame—just to have him at my side again.
    “You’re looking more defeated than your sister.”
    I jumped and spun around to find Lonzo leaning on the doorway to the kitchen. He held two empty bottles in his hand and was using his free arm to hold himself on the door way.
    “The fuck…You scared the shit out of me!” I frowned, giving him a death glare sharper than I’d thrown his way before.
    “I was being as loud as possible, seeing that you were lost in your thoughts. A train could sneak up on you.” He chuckled and made his way toward the recycling bin on one end of the kitchen. After dumping the bottles in, he then helped himself to another ice cold bottle of beer.
    “Maybe you can pick up beer on your way back here tonight. You’ve drained the ones I bought today,” I muttered loud enough for him to hear me. He popped the top off and took a loud and obvious slurp from it. His cool ‘ahhh’ dug at my core, and I pushed off the ground to stare him down. I wanted to hit something, and he was looking like a pretty good punching bag.
    “What’s wrong, Miss Westing?” He cocked his chin toward me and threw me a wicked smile. “Now you look like you’re either going to kiss me or kill me.” He took another swift swig before adding, “I’d rather it be the first than the latter, but either would be fine with me.”
    I dug my fingers into my palms and exhaled hard through my mouth. He wanted me to start something. That had to be it. Before I could give him what he wanted, I bent down and grabbed the box at my feet, its weight feeling feather light with my fury surging though me.
    “Fuck off, Lonzo,” I spat and made my way out the side door to the station wagon. It was unlocked, and I dumped the box into the massive back seat.
    “Here…” I turned around and almost ran over Lonzo, who was standing with a box of dishes. I glowered at the man, wanting to swipe the box from his hands and tell him another set of expletives. I wished he would just get out of my face. His presence was unnerving and didn’t do anything to lift my drowned mood.
    I snatched the box from his fingers and didn’t even tell him thank you.
    “I’m sorry if I offended you, Audrey.”
    Bewildered, I craned my head toward him, peering through my locks to see him looking serious. I wondered why he was apologizing. It was against his usual nature.
    “What?”
    I straightened, feeling my bones creak from all the lifting of boxes and not using my proper body mechanics as much as I should. Tomorrow was going to be excruciating.
    “I said, I’m sorry…for everything.”
    He took a moment to let it sink in before he headed back into the house. Only the slam of the screen door broke my quantified daze.
    “What was that about?”
    I shook my head, baffled. If anyone could