“Ah. Right. Spoilers.”

It didn’t do to know too much about your future. Or fate or whatever. He could just point to Hsven as proof of that, with Audrey and the barn, and Nathan’s demands to die, and the Crocker family curse —

Ah. There was the urge to scream again. Or pour his coffee down this sink and run away. Back to Haven, maybe, to desperately prove he was useful —

He refused to walk out on a kid, though.

“So . . . what do you do for fun?”