He shakes his head. "They're hunting the Enkis. I know that. And I get that. But . . . we're special."

"The reason they want them is because they're special. Anchovies aren't going to cure anyone."

"That's not the special I mean." He catches another fish and hugs it to his chest.

I'm trying to be gentle. "They're only special to you because they're yours."

"I could say the same thing about that cute kid you were holding."

Well, shit.

Auteur: Hannah Moskowitz