“That look he was giving Willem wasn’t an ‘I’m afraid of warlocks’ look. It was the ‘you stole my girl’ look.” “It was?” I echo, surprised. “That’s exciting. I mean, he did offer to be my fuck buddy, but I never took him up on it.” “He what?” Will turns to me, indignant. I reach over and pat his thigh. “It was before we got together, baby.” “That doesn’t make me want to murder him less.”
