Tally throws me a look of disgust before facing Ambrose. “Who are you?” Ambrose drags his eyes away from where I sit and leans in for a handshake with a friendly smile. “I’m Ambrose.” Recognition fills Tally’s eyes and I want to drag her away before she says something that will make me sink farther into my chair. I widen my eyes at her and to my relief, she makes her face unreadable. “Ambrose. Hmm. I’ve never heard of you.” Ambrose laughs. “And who are you?” “Her best friend,” she says, jutting a thumb at me.
