“I don’t know,” Romeo says, “maybe something evil has been . . . sucked out of me.” Oh. My. God. Cora’s eyes widen as she glances over at me. Sweat breaks out on the back of my neck. Divert. Divert. “At least he’s not a giant asshole anymore. So, whatever he’s doing, he should keep doing it.” “I plan on doing it a lot,” he replies, and I swear to God, I’m going to kick him in the crotch when we get out of this helicopter.
