When a girl didn’t have anyone to stand up for her, that girl had to stand up for her own damn self. She didn’t expect that hunky Ruthanna groupie to understand. “Your shoes look like they could kill a person, Ruthanna,” AnnieLee said, giggling. Ruthanna kicked out a leg to show off a pointy-toed stiletto. “They’re killing me,” she said. Then she brushed a red-gold curl away from her cheek and said, “I like you.