The All Hallows Eve when she met Kane.
Toria whirled on the roof and felt her face light up. There he was. Kane at twelve had been much shorter, much less muscled than he was now. Tight black curls sprang from his scalp, and she remembered the sprinkling of fuzz above his upper lip. He had always been taller than her, but now the difference was less.
His eyes narrowed, an incongruous look on a boy dressed as the hero of the latest space vid. “What are you laughing at?”
“It’s good to see you,” she said. “No matter the context.” What a memory for Wick to have pulled out of her brain.
Kane stepped back, away from her. The frown on his face deepened. “Kids at school were right. You are a freak.”
Wait. That wasn’t how the conversation had happened. Kane had followed her onto the roof durin
