Vickal laughs—it sounds fake. “I’m not leaving this one alone.” “No kidding,” I add. There’s an acrid taste in my mouth. “Oh, so she’s playing hard to get.” The woman chuckles. “Hold tight onto this one,” she says to Vickal. “The chase is always the best part.” “You bet I will.” Vickal winks at her. He’s a devil, all right. He’s not supposed to look this charming when lying through his teeth.
