Abernathy wrinkled her nose. "Not Emilie Devlin?" She frowned and shook her head as if she'd just smelled something terrible. "You're friends with the devil woman? No way. You're too fucking nice." Then Abernathy remembered she should probably be nice too, since they'd just met.

She took the cup and drank down a large swig while trying to think of a way to change the subject. "This is dreadfully delightful," she said and poked at the exceedingly tall boy. "You're awesome."