She nods rapidly before wriggling to get down. Once she’s on her feet, she hauls herself over to Ambros, who wastes no time picking her up and swinging her around.
I turn back to the guys. “Thank you for entertaining her.”
Toot jumps up. “Are you kidding me? This is the most fun I’ve had since—” Mac appears out of nowhere and covers Toot’s mouth with his hand, smothering his words, making me laugh.
“I thought she’d be with Nevaeh by now.”
“She went with Nevaeh first. I had to steal her away. She’s such a hog,” Havoc mutters, making G laugh.
“Hey, Citi, good to see you.”
“You too, G.” I look around, not sure what to say now. Small talk was never my strong point.
Havoc jumps in. “Before you take off, Nevaeh wanted me to send you over to her.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, she just wants to talk to you in private about something.”
“Okay…” I turn back to Ambros.
“Go. I’ve got princess here.”
I nod and look at Havoc.
“She’s in my office. You remember where that is?”
“Yeah. I’ll be right back.”
I head off to find my sister, nodding to a passing club girl who frowns at me. “Well, okay then.”
I knock on Havoc’s door before pushing it open. Nevaeh doesn’t even look up. I call her name and get zero response, so I creep up behind her and shake her shoulders, making her spin around with a scream.
“Son of a hippopotamus. You scared the dickens out of me,” she yells, yanking out her earphones.
“I’ve never heard those words used in that context before.”
“Stick with me, sister of mine, and you’ll learn lots of awesome new things.”
“Is that right?” I drawl, moving to sit in the vacant chair opposite the desk.
“Yup.”
“How is it, I’m the one who spent over a decade locked away, and yet you’re the one with the vocabulary of a six-year-old?”
“First of all, that’s a lie. I’m an author. That makes me Miss Wordy McWordisen.”
“Ironically, McWordisen is not a word,” I butt in. Of course, she ignores me.
“Secondly, I don’t swear because I’m convinced Dad has me bugged somehow. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has God spying on me.”
“Right, like he wouldn’t be too busy trying to feed the hungry or, I don’t know, end war.”
“He sees everything,” she hisses.
“Dad or God?”
“Does it matter?”
