“Why are we whispering?” She matches my tone. “And who is he?” “The devil,” I say in a hoarse voice, then gasp. “He disappeared and I hate it.” “Is this about Lan?” She frowns. “He’s seriously bad news, Cecy. I thought you were over him by now.” “Are you over Eli?” She purses her lips. “In this house, we don’t speak of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named.”
