Ben is staring at the screens, eyes wide and mouth gaping like someone just knocked her on the head with a hot-boy stick. I know the feeling. “Don’t sneak up on me,” I mutter. “Footpath People clan,” she says absently. “Makes me sneaky. I can’t really help it.” “Yeah, well, Footpath clan or not, I’ll put a knife in your gut if you sneak up on me again.”
