“I think it’s cool. She’s a complete part of him now; she has his blood running through her.” “She’s sixteen,” I remind him. Nate shrugs, looking from them to me. “Still pretty cool.” I look to Lolli, whose brows are creased as she looks at Nate, but she turns before he can see it and heads for her room. Nate looks from her to me and then follows her down the hall.
