She pointed and they all turned. In the audience seats, two of their teammates—both cheetahs—were sitting on either side of Vargas. And they were talking to him. Talking! Max narrowed her gaze on the two bitches and started over there to slap the shit out of them—merely on principle—but Nelle grabbed her shoulder and yanked her back. “That is not the way to handle it.” “Look at ’em. Talking to him. Whores.” “Wow,” Mads snorted. “You went misogynistic fast.” “Christ, you’re right.” Max put her hands to her head. “What’s wrong with me?” “You like him,” Nelle reasoned. “That’s all. There’s no
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