“Don’t call a girl a flirt, she’s just trying to be nice. Don’t call a girl obsessed when she’s just in love.”

“We are killers,” Matthias said.Bad news.“Not girls. We don’t kill girls.”Good news.“She’s no girl.”Insulting news?“What? Of course she’s a girl.”“Want me to check?”“Shut up, Blake,” the rest of them chorused.”

“She’s calling our house. What ten-year-old girl needs to call a boy’s house? A slutty ten-year-old girl, that’s who. She’s got her sights on our son, and before we know it, she’s going to be giving him blow jobs on the back of the bus and forcing him to watch porn with her. This is our BABY, Carter!”

“You do know what we’re dealing with here, don’t you?” I ask. “She’s not just a ghost. She’s a hurricane. Overkill is fine by me.”

“She’s been trying to escape since she was little. The thing I don’t think she’s realized is that eventually you have to stop. And what happens when you do?”

“Finn, do you see the lias—whatever, the orange-haired girl?” Razo Gestured ahead. “Do you think she’s pretty?”Finn glanced Dasha’s way, then returned his attention ot his horse. “She’s all right.”“Really? Just all right?”Finn shrugged.Razo rolled his eyes. “What am I saying? He doesn’t think any girl is pretty but Enna.”“Are there any girls but Enna?” Finn called back.“There’d better be.”