Happy, the man’s arms around her, their heads all nestled in. Except they weren’t looking at each other—and that was the only reason he didn’t break up the party: They were staring at the computer screen . . . at a man in a wheelchair racing a bunch of other guys.“. . . Height is just a vertical number—it doesn’t mean shit when it comes to your character or the kind of life you live.”“Can you move the . . . that thing?”For some reason, V’s heart pounded as the human showed his sister how to work a mouse. And then he heard something that gave him reason for hope:“I can do this,” she said.“That’s the point,” Manello said softly. “You can do anything.”Well, shit—the gamble had come up aces, hadn’t it: V had been willing to throw that human back into the mix briefly, just to get her past the suicidal impulse. Except he’d never once thought the guy would give her anything more than a case of puppy love.And yet, here the motherfucker was . . . showing her so much more than how to kiss.V had wanted to be the one to save her—and he supposed by bringing in Manello, he might have, but why hadn’t he done more sooner?
