“Why do you have a black eye?” I asked. Mathias’s smiled widened. “I got in a fight.” “What?” I shook my head. “Wait. First, what is going on here? I thought the plan was to get over Phee, not get under her.” I gestured toward my sister with a hand. Phee’s cheeks brightened to red. Mathias grinned. “We’ve been… talking.” I gave him a very pointed look. “Is that what the kids are calling it?” “And stuff. We’ve been talking and stuff.”
