“Maybe she’s right, Twist. We should get to know each other.” “That would be pointless.” The second I hit Submit on this project, I’ll never see Alex again. “Awh, come on. I want to know things.” “Such as?” His eyes flicker with something that isn’t his usual disinterest. Sinister curiosity. His fingers drum on his lower lip. “Such as, what’s your real reason for being here?” I fire back a question of my own. “Do you get on with your father?” “Why’d you lie about who your parents are?” “Why’d you drop out of Yale?”
