“It’s just you and me now, Glory.” The words ached in my throat and tasted bitter on my tongue. Cleo choked on a sob and reached up to latch onto my wrists. “But nothin’ is ever gonna tear us apart. You hear me? We don’t share blood, but I don’t give a damn. Someone tries to take us from each other, I’ll kill them. Does that scare you?” “No,” she said instantly, remindin’ me that this was a girl raised by a prostitute who’d seen darker things than most twelve-year-old kids ever had. “I know you will.”
