“Hangfire,” Sharon repeated with a frown. “What do you know about him?” “Not much,” Theodora said. “He’s violent and treacherous. You know the kind of man I mean.” “Yes, I do,” Sharon said, with a nervous smile. Kellar started typing again. “I had a boyfriend like that in eighth grade.” “Me too!” Theodora was using a tone of voice I hadn’t heard from her before. I regret to say that I’d have to describe it as a squeal.
