I grinned, and he remained neutral, trying to pry something out of me, I assumed.
"Nice try, feds, I ain't snitching."
I tugged down my eyebags with both hands and stuck my tongue out at Pearl, just to see if I could break that stiff noble act he had going on. Nothing, he didn't even blink, yet just kept swirling his wine like some background NPC who's secretly waiting for the main quest prompt.
Honestly, I don't know if I wanted to laugh or throw the glass in his smug face.
Before I could go full cross-eyed goblin mode and start kicking his feet under the table, I heard my name.
"Cory!" someone yelled
And when I turned, there she was, Hailie, who was wedged in the middle of an eight-person group like some rare collectible card everyone wanted to take a look at.
Olga was at the front, smug as ever, and the others were waving me at me also.
