The Party: Before Twelve | Evie, Barclay, and Open
"A little, sure. At least they didn't think I was a freak or anything." She shrugged, nudging a piece of debris on the floor with her foot. "They could have tried to burn me I guess, but it wouldn't have worked. They would have had to move on to hanging or drowning. Neither of those sounds very fun." Her nose wrinkled a little at the thought.
"Did your family flip out when they found out?" This was weird, having a normal conversation with Barclary, at least as far as Evie thought. Maybe it was the atmosphere of the party, but as far as she was concerned he normally seemed to be trying to get under her skin rather than actually talking to her.