“I would try to be friends with her but she’s too busy being a smartass.” “Now you know how the rest of us feel,” Jim said. “Who the hell is that?” I glanced in the direction he was pointing, where a man rode the air currents on blood-red wings. “That’s Christopher.” “Who?” Jim looked like he was about to have a heart attack. “Christopher. He remembered how to fly.” Dali laughed. Jim stared at me. I had to go before he suffered an apoplexy and the rest of the Pack, with Dali at the head, came after me. “Bye!”
