Juliette leaned back against her seat and shrugged.
"I haven't done him any wrong. Only helping him do what he's worried about. He's been avoiding breathing directly at me. What a gentleman. But what we should be talking about is our bet—"
Jason rose to his feet and Juliette's own brother, James followed with a nasty look on his face.
The three Js. They should form a pop group. They'll pop off real fast with the popularity from the origin trial….
Faust pulled his trailing mind back to this moment and watched Diego, who placed a hand on Jason's shoulder.
"We're all stepping on each other's toes here. Let's be reasonable—"
Jason batted off the hand without sparing Old Dog a look.
"Mind your business, old fool."
Faust chose that moment to lean forward and stare blankly at Jason. A smile played on his lips. It wasn't an aggressive gesture.
"That's a bit rude."
