You smell so good,””No, I don’t, I smell like death.””You’re crazy, you’re not dead. You do not smell like death.””I was dead a long time.””And now you’re not. Hence the alive smell.

Want to dance? We have music this time. And I don’t have to punch you when we finish.

I still have the scars from when they captured me and beat me in the middle of the street.””You don’t get scars.””Emotional scars then.

You could’ve at least let me know you weren’t dead by the way. I was actually kind of sad about that.” “That’s a pretty incredible sentiment, coming from you.

I sort of liked the sound of bones breaking. It was like home.

Her smile faded to a more serious expression. “Is everything okay? With Callum?””Fine,” I said, taking a bite of meat and avoiding her eyes.”He’s crazy about you, you know,” she said softly, like I hadn’t...