"Baz," I say. I sit up and set down my can of cider. (Baz hates cider, even the smell of it.)
He's standing at the front door. "Yes?"
I swallow. "When someone shows you who they are-"
Penny bursts in then, jamming Baz's shoulder with the door.
"For Crowley's sake, Bunce!"
Sayfa 9 - penny olmasaydı simon'ın kafasını duvara sürtecektim