Crouching down next to Kinney. “Hey, birthday girl.” “Hey.” She wears a blasé, unconcerned expression while watching Hocus Pocus. Pictures of her goth outfit—laced sleeves, black hat, combat boots, and choker necklace—are already all over the internet. “You want anything to eat?” “The souls of my enemies,” she deadpans. I smile. “I’ll work on that.” I miss being home. She shrugs, turning more towards me. “Then a candy apple. No nuts.”
