“I’m…different, Reg,” I finally mutter. “You and I both know it.” “There’s nothing wrong with being different.” “If you’re me, there is.” “You’re dead wrong.” She rocks back on one foot, tossing me a harsher regard while folding her arms neatly across her chest. “And one day, someone’s going to prove you wrong in the very best way, whether you’re ready for it or not. Probably not this girl, but someone will someday. So my advice to you, Maximus Kane, would be to get ready for it.”
