“I was sent over to ask if you and your sister wanted to go to the cinema with us,” the cretin surprised me by saying. “The cinema.” I arched a disbelieving brow. “With you?” “Do you want to go or not?” Mark snapped, sounding impatient. “Do I want to go?” My eyes bulged in their sockets. “Asshole, you must be off your rocker if you think or imagine I would ever willingly breathe the same air as—” “Please come, Hugh,” Gibsie cut in, looking up at me with a pleading expression. “Please.”
