"There's still time to cancel," Jeff said.
"Yeah," Rob said. "Just text her that you're sick. The three of us can go get wings.
Brent spun around swiftly, his cheeks flushed with rage.
"Look," he said. "I'm not an idiot, okay? I know the odds are against us. I know she's a siren. I know she's eaten people. I know she's five thousand years older than me. But I really
like her."