“I like your shirt, Luke,” I offer, staring at the red-and-black checked print. “It’s very...lumberjacky.” Luke makes an odd noise in his throat as he turns and finally makes eye contact with me. “He told us not to talk to you.” “What?” My head tilts in confusion, and I move to Wyatt, who looks positively enraged. “Wyatt said you can’t talk to me?” “I think his exact words were ‘Talk to her, and you die.’” Calder imitates Wyatt’s deep monotone perfectly, and my mouth drops open in shock when Calder adds, “Murder Wyatt is scary.”
