“Oh, hi,” said Gideon, the bastard. Nico wanted to punch him square in the mouth. “Hi,” Nico replied wildly. “Cómo estás?” “Bien, más o menos. Y t—” “Shut up. Just shut up.” Nico walked toward the bars and felt elation of the most frustrating kind. “Hi.” “We did that already, Nicky.” Gideon’s smile in return was wan and unforgivable.
