“Oh, don’t be shy,” she cooed. “We go way back, you know.”
“Do we?” I asked, voice flat.
“Not you,” she said, laughing again. “Pauline. We all went to school together. God, she was such a b***h back then. Still is, probably.”
My fork hit the table.
Hard.
Rett’s jaw clenched next to me. I could feel the storm boiling just under his skin. His knuckles were white on the edge of his plate.
And me?
I was one insult away from grabbing this bleach-blonde clown by her crusty extensions and teaching her how it felt to be verbally gutted. Or maybe just actually gutted. I hadn’t decided yet.
You hearing this? I mindlinked Rett.
Loud and clear, he growled. I swear, if they open their mouths one more time—
“I knew Jessie was right,” Dina cut in, loud and venomous, flipping her ponytail and sh
