I deserved an award for the neutral face I kept. Cassandra padded over, her many-ringed fingers grabbing at the air. “Give me that, and no one gets hurt.” “Over my dead body,” Olivia laughed, hugging the book to her chest. “Don’t tempt her,” Fletcher advised. “Every one of us kills people for a living, remember?” “No murder is necessary,” I interjected with a smile.
