“First of all, you have to stop calling me that.” “Why?” Sophie asked, putting her hands on her hips and screwing her eyebrows together. “What’s your real name again?” “Max,” I said. “Parks.” “Max,” she repeated, raising her eyes to the ceiling as if it held an opinion on my name. “I mean, that’s a fine name and all, but The Objector is next level.” “It makes me sound like an off-brand superhero.” She snorted a little laugh, and I noticed her freckles when she crinkled her nose.
