âIâm not a fool, little lightning girl.â His snarl matches my own. âIf youâre going to play in my head, Iâm going to play in yours. Itâs what weâre good at.â I was cold before, but now the heat of his anger threatens to consume me. âDonât compare me to you. Weâre not the same.â âPeople like us,â he scoffs. âWe lie to everyone. Especially ourselves.â

















