We have each other, and we always will, whatever happens. And if someone does murder me, you needn’t worry because I’ll come haunt you.”

He smirks. “Rattling the windows and tipping glasses and things?”

“I’d say nice things while you slept so you’d have good dreams,” I say. “Or maybe mean things if I’m jealous of the other girls you smile at.

Autore: Lauren DeStefano