“I know why you’re afraid of the sky’s anger. I know why you changed your name. I know what you’ve lost, what you cherish, and each of your little habits. I know you enjoy the colour yellow, and that you scribble painfully adorable little notes in your books. I know that your favourite soap contains sweet, fragrant powders. Like I said, I know everything about you.” Cress stepped forward, and Kate’s back hit her bedpost.
