“Did you beat that girl you’re always going on about? Kara, right?” I choke on my own spit, breaking out into a mini coughing fit. “Don’t know who you mean.” “Nah, that’s right.” He snaps his fingers, a lightbulb going off in his brain. “Kaia, no? Kaia Karras?” Well, hell. I guess there’s no getting out of this one, is there? I honestly didn’t realize I talked that much about her outside of class . . . so much so that my roommate can recite her full fucking name.
