“I could take a daiquiri,” Daisy says. “Virgin, right?” Daisy doesn’t even blink. “No, I’m drinking rum.” “I don’t really condone underage drinking. You’re what, seventeen?” “Sixteen,” she says, still unaffected by Melissa’s edgy words. “In some countries, I’m old enough to be married and sold into prostitution, so hey, I think a couple of drinks won’t necessarily kill me.” “Well life is different here. We’re in America.” “We’re in Mexico, actually.” Melissa’s throat bobs, but she tries to brush off her snafu with a shrug. “Yeah, whatever.” Ryke hardly suppresses his grin, and when he meets
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