“You know who’s younger?” Cruz smiles down at her with a glint in his eyes. Glaring at him, I grip the leg of the stool and pull her closer to my side, so Cruz gets the point. The loud, slow scrape echoes through my apartment. Chicken scatters across the rug. Even Vienna quirks her little head at the noise. Nina pushes her gold glasses up her nose. “Was that really necessary?” “It was very necessary.” I keep my eyes on Cruz, whose lips curve in a dare.
