“I’ve never had many friends, but I like to think I’ve got you.” I looked to Avery and Max. Max’s head jerked back when my gaze landed on her. “Me, too?” She pointed the tip of the cake knife at her chest. “You did burst in here threatening to disembowel whoever made me cry with that, so I’d consider us friends.” “It’s not like I need a reason.” She spun the handle of the knife over the backs of her fingers, looking more badass than anyone should while covered in icing and wearing a tie-dyed bandana over their hair.
