“Come onnnnnnn,” I whined. “Give me the details. Gossiping about Cobra is all I have to live for these days.” Ascher replied, “I think—” “Who are you talking about?” Cobra appeared next to us, slit pupils glowing green in the dark. “You.” I sucked in smoke. “Ascher says you’re pretending to hate women and secretly you love us all. So sweet of you.”
