A cliché? Good at multiplying? I felt the air leave my lungs in a rush. “What. The. Fuck.” “I don’t…I, uh…” Exhaling a ragged breath, Molloy choked out a sob. “Oh Jesus.” My heart slammed wildly against my chest, as I turned my attention to the girl sitting beside me. “Molloy.” I wasn’t fucking stupid. “Molloy.” I could hear the penny dropping. “Molloy.” Shit, I could hear the sound of my pulse ringing in my ears. “Aoife!” “Joe,” Molloy whispered, turning her panicked eyes on me. “I…”
