My grin had his face turning purple. “Careful, man. I keep telling you, if you don’t calm down, you’re going to have a stroke. Try yoga.” Nico swung a fist at me, and I barely dodged out of the way. The fucker was fast. “Watch it, the gala’s tonight. Don’t want to bruise this pretty face,” I said. “It’s a fucking masquerade. It’ll be hidden,” he snapped.
