Now you have a ship name.” Connor wears 0% surprise. I smile at him. “You know it, don’t you?” Ryke’s brows furrow. “What the fuck is it?” “CoKe,” Connor answers in a flat tone, but mild annoyance crosses his face. Probably at the prospect of sharing anything with Ryke. Ryke repeatedly shakes his head. “Unfuckingbelievable.” Coke, like Pepsi, has always been Fizzle’s nemesis, and in a way, it’s kind of wrong that Ryke and Connor have a ship name based on our family’s competitor.
