My gaze dropped to the floor. “Could be worse,” I mumbled. The strangely jealous hurt I’d been feeling leaked, uninvited, into my voice. “That’s true,” he agreed, his voice subdued. “Why are they so kind to her?” I whispered. “She killed Wes.” “Well, that’s your fault.” I stared up at him, surprised to see the slight curve of his mouth; he was teasing me.
