She probably could. Kimiko had a spine made of something tougher than whatever Satori's bat was forged from.
The ferry docked. We disembarked into chaos.
Camera crews lined the pier. Reporters shouted questions that blurred into white noise. Fans held signs with my face on them. One sign read STRAY DOG DADDY with a heart drawn in what I sincerely hoped was red marker rather than blood.
"Celebrity life suits you," Skylar murmured as we pushed through the crowd.
"I'd trade it for a nap."
"You'd trade most things for a nap."
"Sleep is the foundation of human civilization."
"You sound like Juan."
"Juan is an unappreciated genius."
Skylar snorted. The sound carried zero elegance and absolute sincerity, which was basically her entire personality in a single exhale.
