“Just so you know,” I say to Lira, “if you’re lying, I might kill you.” Lira tips her chin up, eyes defiant and too blue for me to look at her straight. At first I’m not sure if she’s going to say anything back, but then she licks her lips and I know it’s because she can taste the sweetness of whatever insult she’s about to throw. “Maybe,” she says as the light whimpers against her skin, “I might just kill you first.”
