“Ohhh whaaa, no way.” I sit up off Donnelly. “No freaking way.” I gape at the television screen. “Nowaynowaynoway.” My hands fly to my head. “Strider is Callie’s son. That’s his mom…” I was shipping a mother and a son! “What the…shit.” I sink backwards, then look over. Donnelly is grinning. “It’s not funny. I feel like crying.” I cringe and shiver, all gross inside. He wraps an arm around me. “I’m not smiling ‘cause I’m happy your ship sunk.” “No, it burned to a crisp,” I mutter, still not understanding his reaction. “Why do you look happy?” “‘Cause you were spoiled the first time you watched
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