“My son Mark played outside center for Tommen back in the day,” the asshole himself continued to say, bragging and boring us to tears. “Of course, he didn’t turn professional like yourself. Went down the finance route instead.” “Probably for the best,” I taunted, struggling to keep my smile in check. “All things considered.” You know, since the academy frowns on rapists that drive teenage girls to suicide and all that jazz.
