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First published February 29, 2016
“Another ex-girlfriend!” My voice was only half-heartedly exasperated, especially since this wasn’t a problem that I usually had with Quillan—and Sam hadn’t seemed as mean as the girls I usually encountered. “Thank god Silas is scary as all hell, I don’t know how many I can handle. I swear they pop up every time I turn a corner. Poison has taken to pointing them out, like she’s playing Where’s Waldo, except that Waldo would be the girl that those boys haven’t slept with.”
I don’t know what Silas does. Nobody does. He probably returns to the underworld to make sure his demons aren’t slacking on their torture schedule or—”
“Silas isn’t a demon, Poison. We’ve been over this.”
“I’m going to need proof. Have you ever seen him sleep? I bet he hangs from the ceiling—”
“Also not a bat.” I sighed.
“I was thinking more along the lines of a vampire. And I know he disappears all the time, but have you ever marked off the days on a calendar? I bet it has something to do with the moon—”
“Ahh, werewolf. That’s a new one.” I clapped my hands slowly, showing that I was impressed.
I now also had a very, very complicated relationship with four different men. One of them was my teacher, another was his borderline sociopathic twin, and two of them were pretending to be my brothers.
“What are you doing on a roof?”
“Can’t tell you that.”
Nothing new there. “Um… can you get off the roof for a second?”
“Why? Are you going to tell me something that’ll make me fall, or something that’ll make me jump?”
I laughed uneasily. “I’m going on a date.”
“Jumping it is.”
“Cabe!”
"Even if I closed my eyes and pretended it was you, it'd be like a cocaine-addict shooting up with water—"
"Super weird analogy," Cabe interjected.