“Brat? You’re talking about yourself, right? Because there’s no way you could know we have anything to celebrate, since I told my father to not call you with the news. However you found out was through dishonest means and doesn’t count.” “Except”—Thio puts his finger on my chin—“I had your father call me first.” I scowl at him. “No, you didn’t.” “He told me about the verdict two hours ago. When did he call you?” “I—” I calculate. “Gods damn it.” Thio beams, smug in his victory, and I let him have this. I like him happy. “You’re conspiring with my dad behind my back.” I sneak my thumbs under
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