Page 37 of Unleashed By Eden

Morning, little Vi.

I bite down on a grimace and start typing.

Me

Really?

GOD

What? Thought you’d appreciate the throwback.

Me

You’re an asshole.

GOD

You say that like it’s news.

I flick a glance at Megan. Still buried in her phone, earbuds in now.

Another bubble appears.

GOD

You left water and painkillers. See, you DO care about me.

Me

Don’t flatter yourself. How you feeling?

GOD

Like my skull’s trying to escape through my left eye.

I roll my eyes.

Me

Glad to hear it. Also, how the hell did you get your number in my phone?

His reply drops instantly.

GOD

Easy. Your phone was on the nightstand. And your passcode is pathetic.

My jaw goes slack for a second. Wonderful. He knows my teenage-era code that I never changed. It’s been so long I’d forgotten what the numbers even stood for.

Me

I set the code when I was sixteen. Did you guess it on the first try?

GOD

Second. Tried your birthday first. Which was stupid.

GOD