“I keep forgetting she’s hanging around,” Ronak mumbles before flopping onto one of the beds. “Me too. Unless…maybe she didn’t follow us,” Sylred says. Evert snorts. “Course she followed us. Didn’t you, Scratch?” Well, since he asked. “Fuck! Stop doing that! It was rhetorical. I know you’re fucking here,” he says, scowling at his erection. Sylred and I chuckle. I’m pretty sure Ronak’s lip twitches, too.
