“Maybe she's suicidal? That's why she keeps inviting me to kill her?”

“Welcome to Lorelei's." A saleslady glided up to us. She had white foundation pancaked skin, and went heavy on the eyeliner and red lipstick. She wore a corset that barely contained...I'm gonna say it...her swelling bosom. If she had to sneeze, I was covering my eyes because even a slight cough could pop one of those suckers free.”

“Last Year Clare would have a lot to say to This Year Clare if she could have peeked into the future and seen me in Kendra Kiger's house. She'd probably slap me upside the head and say some variation of "Hey, Future Clare, wtf?”

“Ugh. I was going for ‘crazy ex filled with hate" not "isn’t she cute when she’s mad?”

“That's my brother," I said. "Saving the world, one girl at a time.”

“I leaned forward and slapped her across the face. Probably a bit harder than I needed to, but it worked.”

“Well, color me impressed.”