“It’s hard for me to think of the characters around us as real people. Do you understand? Are you like me?” Key’s grey eyes went eagerly bright, silver as a magic blade. “I think so.” Rae grasped his arm. “You walked into the book too?” “Sorry,” said Key. “What book?” His face was blank as a page with no story on it yet. Rae sagged. “Ah. You’re a sociopath. My bad.”
