“Maybe it’s a bad idea to be public with my family and security. This would be easier if no one was involved.” No opinions. No naysayers. “It’s too late now,” Donnelly says casually, sucking frosting off his thumb. “We’re in it to win it, sad alien.” “Winning isn’t really in a Hale’s DNA,” I remind him in a quiet voice. I’ve heard it enough from my peers growing up. “You picked the wrong girl if you’re hoping to win anything.” He eyes my bobbling silver antenna headband. “Good thing I’m with the right alien then.”
