Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.

This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.

The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.

I got bored," he says. "Besides, you know what's creepier than walking around your dead brothers' apartment? Sitting alone in a hearse in front of his apartment.

Baby," she says in a harsh whisper, "in this world, lots of people will try to grind you down. They need you to be small so they can be big. You let them think whatever they want, but you make sure you get yours. You get yours.

Life's full of opportunities to make crappy decisions that feel good. And after the first one, the rest get a whole lot easier.

You in trouble?” Sam asks. The way he says it, I wonder if he’s thinking about how to get out of here if I am.