(…) Trying to think of how to take the least crowded ways to class, so the least amount of people will stare at the hole in my neck. Sometimes it feels like it has a beacon in it, flashing for the entire world to see, except it’s not cool like the Bat signal.

Do you have nicknames for any of your other brothers?”

The youngster squinted his dark gray eyes in concentration. “Well, Tristan is Dare, and sometimes he’s Tris; and Bradshaw is Shaw; and sometimes we call Andrew, Drew, but he doesn’t like that very much.”

“Why not?”

“He says it’s a girls’ name, and then Shaw calls him Drusilla.

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