I glance briefly up at the ceiling, fruitlessly hoping to block out part of that. I'm not a prude or anything like that, and I'm not an idiot. I know Kate and Harry fuck around and that's their business. I just don't really want to hear about it. She's too much like a sister, even barring the ways she reminds me of Amber, and it makes me uncomfortable to think about.

"How the fuck did you manage to start a fire in the rec room?"