“I’ll kill her if you come closer.” Koen, of course, comes closer. With the placid air of someone who has never doubted his ability to hammer the world to his will. “Uh-uh. Serena, he says he’s going to kill you. You cool with that?” His tone is pure intellectual curiosity. Charcoal eyes glow steadily in the night. “I did run out of instant noodles last week,” I croak.
