“You’re my hero, Mickey Catalan,” Lydia says into my ear, over the roar of
“Heroine,” I correct her.
“Hoo—fucking—ray!” Bella Right screams at me when I get into the
Everyone is yelling my name.
Right now, everyone loves me.
Right now, I even love myself.”
While Daisy looked like something that had emerge from the grave of a ritual sacrifice, Esther had gone for the sexually promiscuous vampire aesthetic. Her hair was straightened into two thick black curtains, framing long-lashed eyes with yellow irises, courtesy of a pair of contact lenses that Esther had spent at least fifteen minutes trying to put in before Daisy pinned her down for Susan to do the honors.