I didn't expect to enjoy myself.
Maybe that's the thing about expectations, when you keep them buried six feet deep, nothing can disappoint you. Or surprise you.
"So," Giovanni said, tossing a ball lazily between his hands. "How many siblings you got?"
"Two," I said, brushing a curl behind my ear. "One brother, one sister. I'm the middle child, so I'm basically invisible unless I'm yelling or bleeding."
Giovanni laughed. "Damn. That sounds like my house. Except it's six of us, and I was always the loudest. Still am."
"That tracks," Rowan muttered.
They chuckled. "Okay, okay. My turn," Dante said, squeezing his face in mock concentration. "Real question. If you had to survive a zombie apocalypse with only one of us, who would you pick?"
I rolled my eyes, smiling despite myself. "Definitely not you. You'd talk the zombies into eating us faster."
"Hey!" He clutched his chest like I'd stabbed him. "I'm very charming. Zombies would love me."
