“Really? Awesome. It’s going to be all kinds of nasty. I love it.”
“Charles sounds adamant that we cooperate on chases.”
“That, I don’t love. I don’t know what the fuck’s up with him, but he’s got a huge boner forteam activityall of a sudden.” Ozrik rolled his eyes. “Maybe he doesn’t like the footage we’ve submitted. Too dull. Not enough drama. I guess he’s reserved a bank of rooms in some cheap motel for everyone. We’re heading down in the morning.”
“Us too.”
“Should be fun.”
I shrugged. “That’s subjective.”
The sky was clear, the low hanging moon a sliver larger than the previous night. Ozrik shifted to face me, a curious smile unhidden. “Stop pretending you hate it. Youluuuvchasing storms. Admit it.”
I deadpanned. “Oh, sure. It’s my passion.”
“I knew it, but seriously. Why are you doing this if you hate it?”
“Olivia roped me in, and… we signed those contracts, so I’m committed for one season.”
“And what happens if the viewing audience loves your cute face and decides they want you on Team Stormz Rising?” He said the title with theatrics, then made a face. “God, I hate that name.”
I smirked. “It’s better than Twisted Fates.”
“Shut up. That was my idea, Wind Rider.”
“I had nothing to do with that, and if I miraculously got voted through, I’ll decline to sign the new contract.”
“Really? It’s a huge opportunity. Did you read the fine print? The money alone is worth it.”
“I don’t care about the money. I should since I don’t have a steady job, but it’s not for me.”
Ozrik studied me for a beat, then shook his head. “You and Olivia are nothing alike.”
I couldn’t help smiling. “Understatement of the century. We’re opposites in every way. I’m not sure how we’re twins.”
“Who’s older?”
“Me, by eighteen minutes.”
“Really? I would never have guessed.”
“I feel like I should be insulted.”
He laughed and tapped his foot against mine. “No. That came out wrong. She’s bossy.”
“She’s pushy.”
“It’s the air of superiority that made me think she was older.”
“She’s always been like that. Growing up, she had to be in charge, no matter what we did.”
“And you let her?”
I shrugged. “It was easier. I’m not a fan of confrontation.”
“I sensed that, but you shouldn’t let her push you around.”
“That’s what my dad says.”
