“Because I'm not fucking finished with her yet, that's what,” Pax snaps and I raise my eyebrows. He continues to smoke his cigarette like that's that, subject closed. I glance over at Ransom and Cope, noticing that Michael's staring at his phone, acting like he's completely checked out of the conversation. But that's a lie. I can see little beads of sweat on his forehead. If he was smart, he'd break up with Vanessa and spend a night with Lilith instead. Which, I know, is a totally weird thing to say about a girl I'm thinking of asking to be my girlfriend.
