It's starting to sink in," Corny said. "I can almost look at you without wanting to bang my head against the wall.

When you don't know what you're searching for, you have to look absolutely everywhere.

You okay?" Anton asks, looking at me like he's trying to figure out if I'm drunk. His plans depend on me. I look as blank as possible and hope that it freaks him out. No point in my being the only miserable one.

His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.