Finn nodded solemnly. “You just don’t know what it is.” “I’m just very… persuasive,” I said without any real conviction. That is what I had always thought it was, whenever I bothered to think about it. I was rather pretty, and over the years, I had managed to get boys to do things with the right smile. And if that didn’t work, I hadn’t been afraid to kick some ass to get what I wanted. Recently, things had started to get even easier, where I just had to look at people, without the coy smile or the threat to bodily harm. But I thought it was because I had just gotten really good at it. 65 “Yeah, you are,” Finn admitted. “But you can’t do that. Not like this.” “Do what?” I feigned innocence. “I didn’t do anything! And even if I did, who are you to try and stop me?” Something else flashed in my mind, and I looked at him. “Can you even stop me?” “Stop you from what?”
