I shrug. “It is, but I like him.” Baelfire growls. “You what? That’s it, I'm with Si. Let's kill the guy.” “Slowly and violently,” Crypt agrees. “I call dibs.” “Fine by me. I think we'll all like him more when he's dead,” Everett adds crisply. Gods. They're all so jealous and over the top, it’s damn near toxic. I love it.
