"I sniffed, wiping my eyes. "Look at that," I muttered. "The bastard made me cry." Jenks' wings made a cool spot on my neck. "Want me to pixy him?" "No. But now I don't have the chance of a ghost's fart in a windstorm to get that Pandora charm." That's not really what was bothering me, though. It was Trent. Why did I even care what he thought?" --