“Okay, Mira. When you’re done fondling Dalca’s balls for doing us one little favor, let me know.” I take another large swig and then rest my head back on the chair, looking up at the darkening sky, feeling the heat of the fire soak into my bones. “I did a lot more than fondle his balls.” Violet spews water all over herself. Nadia groans and shakes her head with a small smile. “Fucking gross. I knew it.”
