“I still don’t see why you won’t let me bring just one knife,” Kit whined. “I usually have six on me.”
Cassie rolled her eyes. “You really think someone is going to attack you in a church during Mass?”
“We go to a school full of future killers. Of course, I think someone might stab me unless I stab them first.”
“How are you two even friends?” Marcus questioned.
Kit whirled around to face him. “Can it, Arguello. I’m trying to win an argument here.”
“One Mass, just one Mass without bringing seven kinds of weapons might be nice. You know, normal?”
“Vy nevozmozhny, vyetoznayete!”
“Hai disegnato un coltello Bowie su una donna di novant'anni!”
Both girls might have been yelling at each other, but they could both hear Marcus whisper to Billy, “If they had a Hessian, they would be-”
Before he could finish, Kit had a knife against his throat. Cassie’s eyes were ice queen cold as she said, “Finish that sentence, Marcus, and mia compagna will remind you of what your blood looks like.”