“If the girl could only have spoken to the other boys and girls, the ones that had followed the golden-eyed boy before her, she would have known that there is always something left to lose.”

“There is always something left to lose.”

“Did he dare trust this insane boy?”

“Help her," Peter pleaded. "Do something. You have ways. Your potions. Your medicines. Do something.”

“Steady," Peter said, not losing a step. "Have to keep steady or all is lost.”

“The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?”

“If by weirdo he meant that Nick didn’t play grab-ass with the wannabes on the street corner, didn’t yank at his crotch and call girls bitches, didn’t wear oversized jerseys and pretend to be a gangsta all day, then yeah, Nick had to agree.”