Don't watch" the redheaded mind reader whispered. I closed my eyes.

What if I'm not a superhero. What if I'm the bad guy?

Please don't run away. And, um, I'd rather you didn't kick me again either.

I couldn‘t make sense of the mess in my head. Diego was dead, and that was the main thing, the devastating thing. Other than that, the fight was over, my coven had lost and my enemies had won. But my dead coven was full of people who would have loved to watch me burn, and my enemies were speaking to me kindly when they had no reason to.

So… um… what’s the, er, date? You know, the due date for the little monster.

You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.

There’s something… strange about the way you two are together. The way he watches you — it’s so… protective. Like he’s about to throw himself in front of a bullet to save you or something.