Shut the fuck up.
“Why are you smiling?” Callum lunged for my phone.
I swatted his arm away without looking up, flexing my fingers before I typed to my sister instead.
Want to come get a matca with me? Tomorrow?
Bellatrix replied right away.
You mean matcha? And why?
Wanna try it out.
“So, tonight, we review the strategy against the Comets?” Callum asked.
“Yeah.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll break the Islander’s wrists.” Killian smirked, shovel over his shoulder. “He always puts Lorea on them, so then he won’t be able to launch?—”
“Nah.”
They both turned to stare at me.
“I just want to prove we can beat them without targeting their captain.”
Callum pressed the back of his hand to my forehead. “Nope. No fever.”
I batted his hand away again.
Thatwasthe initial plan…but I didn’t want my mate to eat up her little nails worrying over her damn twin.
Killian snatched my phone while I was distracted. “You put in a passcode! Wait, you changed your screensa—ouch!”
I blew on my knuckles.
“They expect us to target the Islander,” I semi-lied. “I’ve got a different strategy.”
That, however, was fully true.
They waited.
“You’ll see,” I said, shrugging. “Works better if you don’t know.”
Oh, I have a plan. And I can’t fucking wait.
“Lolo!” I glanced up at Gran’s call.
She waved her empty glass at me, the little paper green umbrella matching today’s hair color. “Can you get us more grape juice?”
I grinned. “Ladies want juice, ladies get juice.”
They all giggled.
In the pantry, I scooped up the apple juice bottles and ignored the grape ones. Yvaine was allergic to grapes.
I’d been so mad at her at the wereball conference, when she hadn’t told the Islander, her annoying twin, about us. Like she was ashamed to be mated to me. Like she cared about what they thought of me.
That one had landed hard. I’d left angry. Resentful. And I’d been mean with her later on, when she’d tried to get information from Rudolph about me.
