Niko popped a spare slice of bacon in his mouth, chewing it up contentedly. “I hate being a soul, being dead. You know what I hate most about it?” “No sex?” Sophie guessed. “That’s what I hate second most about it. No, what I hate most is—” “That you can’t lie,” Adrian cut in. Niko lifted his eyebrows at him, impressed. “You do know me. Exactly right.” “And no bacon,” Freya added.