“Sure. I pushed her. My only regret is I couldn’t finish the job. Better luck next time, I guess.” And then it registered to Gracelynn. That this was all real. Not a part of our stupid, made-up games. I could see it in her eyes. The flash of regret, followed by the adrenaline rush. The recognition that whatever she was doing, it was working, at least for now. That she was finally winning against me at something. But I would never let her win. Not if I still had breath in me.
