“Because she’s always listened to us. You may be a god to her, Dante, but I’m her devil. The demon from her nightmares. We’re the voices who’s been with her since we first laid eyes on her. And good girls always do what the voices in their heads tell them to do. I am her voice now.” He surveyed me evenly, challenging me. “Where I’m from, good girls worship their god, not their demons.” I pressed my palms to my knees, shifting forward. “Where I’m from, we let gods think that.”
