Chapter 11

Matt, wonderful as always, offered to stay at Kellan’s place for a while. “I don’t like the thought of you being alone with someone like that out there,” he said. “You’re lucky they threw brine at you. I’ve heard stories about—” He cut off there, biting his lip anxiously. Kellan had heard those stories, too. Jilted lovers or neo-Nazis throwing acid onto helpless victims out of pure malice, as if there weren’t enough things for oppressed people to worry about in their day-to-day lives. Kellan didn’t want to put Matt in danger of the stalker trying something like that on him, but Matt insisted.