I can see why you opted out of Knight training,” I countered. “They’d have ‘accidentally’ killed you before you made it to adulthood.

That was one of the bravest, stupidest things you’ve ever done,” he said into my hair. “You just scared ten years off my life.” I let out a little laugh, adrenaline still pumping through my system. “You’re immortal, dummy.” “I was before I met you,” he quipped.

Anderson sent me to give you this he said. I believe the subtext was kiss and makeup. This time I was sure I made a face. "I rather kiss a copperhead." I grabbed the envelop from his hand. He laughed and held up his hands in surrender. Don't worry. It was only a figure of speech.

If Anderson was the good cop, and Blake was the bad cop, Jamaal was the complete psycho cop.

To make things just that much more interesting, the changes can't be captured on camera, so anyone who doesn't see them firsthand thinks it's all some mass hallucination.

Of course the fall semester didn’t start for another eight weeks or so. There was always a chance we were both being overly optimistic in thinking I’d be alive when it rolled around.

I can see why you opted out of Knight training,” I countered. “They’d have ‘accidentally’ killed you before you made it to adulthood.