“Say the word, and I can make it look like an accident,” I said after Andreas was out of earshot. Bridget shook her head. “Ignore him. He’s been a satanic little turd since we were children, and he thrives on the attention.” A startled laugh rose in my throat. “Tell me the words ’satanic little turd’ didn’t just leave your mouth, princess.” She responded with a sly smile. “I’ve called him worse in my head.” That’s my girl.
