Christ, I’m in a rotten fucking mood. “How’re they doing?” Nico’s voice intrudes, adding another layer of shit to my already chaotic head. I desperately need some sleep. “Good.” He eyes me sideways, noting the tone, which says things my response didn’t. “And you?” “Fine.” His eyes narrow. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or are we going to keep playing this game?” “You love games, though, right? You and all your rules.” His eyebrows wing up, almost comically. “This isn’t the time or the place, Anthony.” “Nice shot, Vas,” I call, skating forward and ignoring Nico. It burns me how much I
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