“Slap me with bread and call me a sandwich! I read his mind. Not perfectly, but did anyone ever read minds perfectly on their first try?” I shouted in excitement and ran to throw my arms around Dagger’s neck. I fell short of his arms when I tripped over Anzac’s sleeping form. Going down hard, my head cracked on the metal table leg. Pain lanced through my skull, and just as quickly, it disappeared—right along with my ability to move or breathe. What a dumb way to die...even for me. I guess I didn’t need to ask Lee who the cursed one was. I’d always known.