“They all have the right idea, you know,” she whispers. “It’s dangerous to be around me. I’m not saying the right things anymore.” I tip my head towards Luna, catching her gaze. “Maybe I like a little danger.” She gives me a look. “Really? Because it didn’t hurt when I said I barely knew you?” I don’t break her gaze. “Not gonna lie to you. It hurt like hell.” Her face shatters, and she blinks back tears. “I’m horrible. Horrible. Horrible,” she mutters.
