“The first cab’s here,” Brooklyn said, checking her phone as a black car rolled up beside us. “We’re celebrating at the Angry Boar.” “Great.” Vincent flashed her a smile. “We can ride together. I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Scarlett’s brother, Vincent.” “I know who you are.” She didn’t look up from her screen. “We’re not riding together. You’re riding with Asher.” Our smiles vanished in unison.
