“We need to get tickets,” I begin, picking up the phone. I hear Ash’s derisive laugh, and I look at his picture on the screen. “What? You just gonna call up your private jet, Vanderbilt?” I sass him, my joke falling flat when he gives me a self-satisfied smirk. “Fuck off!” I turn to Loki, seeking confirmation. He at least has the sense to look a little sheepish, his cheeks flushing slightly, “Yeah, he has a private jet.” “You rich, entitled knobjockey!” I yell at Ash, who just smirks wider at me. “Be there at ten sharp, Princess,” he orders me, then leaves the group chat, without so much as a
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