The four of us sat around the pentagram holding hands. I wondered if we were about to sing "Kumbaya.

I wondered if they had rehearsed this weird three-way-talking thing they had going on. I imagined them sitting in a circle in their dorm room, brushing their hair and saying, "Okay, so I'll say we feel bad, and then you'll say that your hot boyfriend thinks she's pathetic.

He probably would've raised an eyebrow in that annoying/hot way he had, and made a dirty joke about Elodie possessing me.

I can't possess anyone else. Trust me, I've been trying to get inside Lara Casnoff ever since we got here. Which...sounds really wrong.

...And of course, your dad was always talking about you, so between him and Jenna, I feel like I already know you.”
Man, first Cal, then Lara and the other Council members, now Vix. Did Dad have a blog about me or something? “My Daughter Sophie and Why You Should All Follow Her and/or Marry Her.

I can't say what my first thought was as I sunk below the surface, because it was mostly a string of four-letter words.