“LO! LO!” I scream, frantic. Ten seconds later, he runs into the room, eyes suddenly sober. “What’s wrong?” he says, panic-stricken. “Daisy is coming over.” His muscles slightly relax, and he combs shaking fingers through his hair. “Jesus, Lil. I thought you were hurt. Don’t call my name like that unless you’re bleeding.”
IMDEAD
